Buffeted

I survived the beating hurricane,

The storm that flung me to the shores

From boiling seas.

A volley from the fleet

Encouraged me

To cast away the cords,

A Gulliver once lying flat on Lilliput

Arisen,

Dangerously loose

With scandalous, enormous feet.

You're free to loot the wreckage

And to pass me by.

You always read a lie,

Unsure my dance is nonchalant

Or bon vivant.

I offer no correction.

I am not a meat

Beneath a heat lamp

On a smorgasbord

Awaiting your selection.

I am wild in the forest,

Speeding through the weeds and over fields.

You're leagues behind.

Only those who seek

Will ever find.

- 12/4/25