“the eve of free"

“free…..h (soft h into…) huh,soft (?) question mark”
“free! …-yeah…asked reassuringly and unsure, (?) same punctuation, but
curious
and I just stood
among the swelling
browning grey and
bumps of ice,
shell and rock sand
against my thighs, my
thinks and my windows
throwing a line

free
with my wife and mama Dale and two daughters behind as I
flung the line
and pulled it slow
talkin
and
talking alone
to nobody that
any one of you could see then
the one we all talk about or don’t
and
I know that we all know about
Freedom
But I tell you
in that wash and azure
sunset affect
in that turbulence I was
free
nsa bug in my tackle box
or not; “synermy” spy
with satellite relays
message rays to some
drone that aims
a missile at my chest
but I was free right there;
free within
all of this that I know
and that knows me
and you and their doctors and
their favorite drinks, smokes
fishes, rivers, mountains
and ,moons.
it all knows it all, and my mind
for that brief time was free
and my arse…
walked as I pulled the wagon home.
(7/3/13) pgr