Different

I like mud and rain and sand and sun.
I like cats and birds; I’d rather walk than run.
I prefer slow to fast; solitude to crowds,
natural to man-made; quiet to loud.
I prefer to go to bed early, than stay up late.
I like to close my eyes, dream, create.
Am I so very different? Because it seems to me,
that I threaten people and they run from me
or they want an apology, as if I am wrong
when perhaps it is that they’re all ducks and I am a swan.

  Nóra Skehan 2016

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