she walks out on a branch
bridging open space
and an open cage
standing tall
an unknowing escape
they call her bold
.
when all she holds
within her fur
is all she knows to be
is she being brave and bold
or is she simply free?
.
they do just fine
when on their own
it’s us humans who got in the way
and what if that’s true
not only for these little tigers
but also, for us too?
.
how do we find a branch to bridge
where we are and our own wild
when we’ve been whisked away
—planted in a wasteland—
not yet longing for home?
.
If you’d like to hear how the pacing of these words flows in my body, enjoy the audio included above.
