In My Cell

It is possible for prison walls to disappear,
for the cell to become a distant land
where the moon calls flowers from hiding
and wolves howl at the sun,
where the sky remains midnight
and stars fall from the heaven-waters
like seeds to the Earth and create birds
with silver wings, golden crest eyes,
and a song like the Sea Horse's harp
under the waters of a pure river where
fish float serenely without flapping a fin.
Oranges blossom at the lakeside,
next to the fluorescent lemons
and the garnet tomatoes of summer night.