Our own academic freedom
is hugely real in a vast
marketplace of ideas...
doors and windows everywhere
and long meandering corridors
in a palace of thought.
Ballrooms and balconies
and cupboards of every type
Some prefer dungeons- others like
tall towers & turrets...
Libraries and media rooms
and keyboards of every type
Fields and forests
and rambles of every kind
What might be true here
is contradicted there
for there is no final authority
no end to the process
of thought
as every one owns
both right and wrong and the power
to move away- or towards...
to step up- or back
to know what to bother with-
and what to abandon
and where to find
fairy doors.
poem copyright ©2009 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 51
In May
