Possessed For Doc Wilde
If I should stray too far inland.
I’m stricken by anxiety
for reasons I don’t understand
I must stay close beside the sea.
I am quite free to walk the shore
and leave my imprints in the sand.
But forbidden to explore
the secrets of the hinterland.
I see laid out in front of me.
A patchwork quilt of different hues
To which I could walk easily
although I try my feet refuse.
They simply will not carry me
My minds command they disobey
I cannot cross the boundary.
It seems I am condemned to stay.
Close to the sea whose jealousy
is such she will not let me go.
She is afraid that I might be
tempted by the winds that blow
across the uplands easily.
To venture so far I forget.
that I belong to her, the sea.
She hems me in without regret.
Held prisoner against my will
I dream of one day breaking loose
to see what lies beyond the hill
Where I would go if free to choose.
I do not think the sea loves me
although I am fond of the sea
I would prefer to be set free
to enjoy them both equally