Chains

The day and I are spent
In bits and pieces
Of willing deeds and filling needs.

Uninterrupted thought,
A stranger;
No chance to form and complete.

Independence
Calls strongly;
Duty, please, just let me be!

And then,
Day closes.
Duty sleeps.

Quiet
Brings thought
Uninterrupted.

Face to face
With myself
I see.

Those chains
My crucible;
My joy.