Under my sail and under their sky
the silver backed Dolphins defiantly fly.
I’ve cast off my shackles I’m gravity free
I’ve stepped from the edge that imbalanced me.
I can’t see the land that tethered my soul
that bore me up-right then swallowed me whole.
Out here on my Ocean I skate on it’s surf
feeling finely attuned and equal in worth,
yet all the time knowing I’m at its command
a giant diminished by natures true hand.
Here delusions of status are stripped and revealed,
where freedom is given to all who will yield.
© Wolfgar 2019
Notes from life 
Just found this mate! The sort of dilemma you typify here is the whole sad human condition, bound to a period of acute awareness that brings no peace. We can look to other species to find another way of living that we might just begin to imagine. Poetry like this exemplifies the desire for the removals of constraint.
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