I (a poem)

I am not the Salmon
swimming with the masses
packed gill to gill in the
frigid Alaskan rivers
battling to be like everyone else
struggling to do nothing more
than to spawn and die

I am more like the Great White Shark
cruising the depths
and breadth
of the shadowy, watery ways
of the oceans of the world
elusive, enigmatic
a true mystery to all
but a few

I am a Gypsy
hunted and persecuted
yet wild, untamed
FREE to be
who I am at my deepest core
traveler and lover of the
gifts this world possesses

This is I