I am sorry you got lost
that you pulled your car over
on the side of the highway, got
lured into my luscious green forest,
found yourself on unmapped trails.
I’m sorry that beyond these trees,
you did not know there was an unforgiving
sinkhole, that the ground would require
more than just feet.
you are stuck and I am stuck in my ways
of push and pull, of found and
unfound, of always seeking.
I was raised by wolves but still,
I have predators. Until I leave
no stone unturned I am no queen in
this wooded life. I am still searching
for my pedestal.