Run To The Roar

 

So often I wish to be

Away from the touch

Of kings, the touch that

Causes me to shine,

The touch to paralyze.

So often I stumble

Through the crossfire

Of ins and outs

Bowing at the waist

From the buffeting

On both sides –

And all along I

Thrash my arms to

Try and rise to the surface.

And still so often

I sink in the shallows

That surround us all.

So often I swim

In a sunken sea

Somewhere short

Of where I really

Wish to be, wanting

To be with someone else.

So often a lion roars

Across an open field;

I turn and run away

Only to be devoured

By the pride.

 

-Dakin 8/25/93