We are hoping for fog <br />and a moonless night. <br />Approaching the border to <br />the West and its freedom, <br />we begin to get scared. <br />There are shadows, <br />some moving. <br />And sinister shapes <br />are probably hidden <br />and waiting to pounce. <br />The river looks hostile <br />and cold, uninviting. <br />But, strangely, <br />must be <br />full of promise. <br />Freedom for sale, <br />or just for the asking? <br />The plunge may just be <br />the final splash <br />of a tortured soul. <br />The danger has passed, <br />the landing subdued. <br />What we just have done <br />deserves admiration. <br />Yet we're only wondering <br />why the mountain, <br /> thus conquered <br />appears now so small.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-to-west-germany/
