In that one brief minute
Of pristine frolic, my first
In a dozen light years,
When the yearnings decided to sidestep
Every norm of social convention,
When the heart remained no longer acquiescent
To all the diktats issued by those austere,
Wielding a false sense of entitlement.
In the midst of a sea of the unquestioning,
I resolved to not end up a clone.
My feet remained no longer tethered
To the shore they had passed off as the threshold
We couldn’t overstep.
I broke away, gleefully
Embracing the waves.
As tide after tide slathered me with salt,
The rendezvous with liberation
I knew had come about.
Just as the trance broke,
Looking over my shoulder
I found that the herders had long departed.
Too stunned to chastise the defiant.
And glimpsed only the last of the sheep.