Here’s a poem by my friend Caroline Donnola:
I don’t want to live a tamped down life
Suffocating inside the lines
Breathing only from time to time
A coming together of must and should.
A formal, deadly,
Mixture of numbness
Where emotions are pre-ordained
In priestly strands
That sit upright, and sometimes walk
But cannot stand.
How to break free
I do not know
But we can still mark time
If we improvise the notes
If we jam, not knowing the score.
There is jazz to be gained
There is painting to be waged
There is color
To be drunk
And new kinds of feelings to be played.