Rock Pool



Round and round in your tiny world
Its hard sharp edges defining your resistance
As you choose this cell of safety
For your pruned bonsai existence
You revolve, but not evolve
Miniaturized perfection
Just a freak of your own nature
To justify rejection of the ocean’s
Freedom, danger
Reduced to merely grazing
The meagre miserable weed
It must be time to free you
Too subject to the violence
Of a sudden winter squall

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