Looking out of the thin thick plastic window where the rain has washed away the paint the prison put on the window so that we can't see outside. Thanks to Mother Earth and her tear drops of happiness and sadness. I can see two geese lying under some high thick piping, just chillin' and enjoying the morning. I wonder do they know how they free my spirit this moment? They free me to soar away from this Jim Crow lockdown. They passed out a memo and the prison is determined to get rid of all the geese this year. They are my peaceful waters inside.