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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