
The unseen calls for my participation,
but earthly limbs have limits.
I grow and tend my tentacles,
and learn to let them reach
beyond the fences where wildness is born.
But still I must navigate
this familiar changing labyrinth,
and so I become the port.
So strange to be
the calm center
after lifetimes of being
the storm.
© Megan J. Alexander
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