A Shy Wretch Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

How is it
That I am free
When I am alone,

To rant & rave
To ride a wave
Unhinged by any flaw?

When in a flash
Of just her ghost
I cannot even breathe,

Or twitch or stride
Or talk or glide
Or rise up to the need,

For me to be
As wild and free
As when I am alone?

To joke & cheer
To pry without fear
A shred of the unknown?

How is it she
As luck would be
A mystery of sorts,

That chains & binds
& traps, confines
my freedom alone?