thousands perhaps or even
touched only by wind and salt or a brush of fur
a leathery pad an animal passerby
but all of it wild all of your encounters
feral and free and natural as the passing of time
a human hand reached out
saw you among many and chose you
you were held in the palm of a hand
how did it feel? the first time the first warmth
and beating pulse wrapped around your smooth curves
a lifetime of coldness and wilderness
would you rather have been returned to the sea
never to be touched by a human hand again
only to settle within an atlantic periphery?
or would you rather be kept
held warm in a pocket uprooted
to some western landscape foreign and frightening
but altogether beautiful?
an eternity on your own
is that what you would have wanted?