Wild

 

This place

is not real,

but what it does to us

leaves marks,

and scars,

and changes us

in ways we cannot see.

A lion

in captivity

is not a lion,

at least

not like any lion

on the African plain.

We’ve become surrogate.

No longer true

to whom,

or what

we are.

But merely

avatars

in a simulation.

A diorama,

capturing our being.

Do you remember

at all

what it was like

to be wild?

 

 

DJR – 2022

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