Claustrophobic with Orange Cap

The way somersault
circles us, so long stuck.
We stir the air with a doll's arm.

Oar, pull away. Breaker, tip us over.
Show the vantage point of the submerged
clouds wrong side up

Where we go who knows when
the knot gives way. Who, unlaced and dangling,
sees the cost of freedom.

(Painting by Janet Snell
Poem by Cheryl Snell)