The Disappearing Cage

Fourteen years ago, I wrote about a cage
I wrote a poem.
A cage that held love, with love,
An open cage, with door unlocked
And a bird tucked in:
Happy, free, and tethered wirelessly.

Fourteen years later,
The cage disappeared
And the bird remains tethered aimlessly.
Love appeared, and disappeared.

I remained, at the same spot.
Meanwhile, built a cage to nestle in
And then burnt it to the ground
To escape it.

Still.
Still, I keep floating
On this same hazy spot
Between the mist and mystery:
Borderlands of desire, despair, and joy.