Could I but ride indefinite, by Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No one visit me

And flirt all Day with Buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little everywhere
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till He should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me--

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of Air
And row in Nowhere all Day long
And anchor "off the Bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in Dungeons are.
 
 
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A trip back to childhood...

Cinderellar, Dressed In Yeller (Jump Rope Rhyme)
Author: Unknown

"Cinderellar, dressed in yeller
Went upstairs to kiss her feller.
Made a mistake
And kissed a snake,
How many doctors did it take?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11..."
 
 
Boundaries

There is a place where the town ends
      and the fields begin.
It’s not marked but the feet know it,
also the heart, that is longing for refreshment
      and, equally, for repose.

Someday we’ll live in the sky.
Meanwhile, the house of our lives is the world.
The fields, the ponds, the birds.
The thick black oaks—surely they are the
      children of God.
The feistiness among the tiger lilies,
the hedges of runaway honeysuckle, that no one owns.

Where is it? I ask, and then
my feet know it.

One jump, and I’m home.

- Mary Oliver