Wildness
Contained wildness.
Is that an oxymoron, like
Organized chaos?
It is what I ask for
In my backyard, but is
At odds with the desires of others.
My modus operandi
In a nutshell.
Unlimited wildness is frightening.
I step outside the box …
But just with one foot.
Testing the waters.
Yet, my reputation remains
Slightly unruly.
Not always the “good girl”.
Admonished many times,
As a child, to
“Look before you leap”.
Rebellion was
Jumping in with both feet.
Damn the consequences.