Written By: Christine Betts
April 29, 2015
Welcome to the Wild World of Kenya,
the sign read. One of the jocks
hit it as our group passed, as though
he played for Notre Dame.
We all wandered, admiring
the different "wild" animals
from behind reinforced glass
and chain-link fences.
It's not every day you see a Giraffe
under the harsh Missouri sun,
I pondered, looking
at the gorilla on the other side of the glass.
In his dark fur was my reflection.
For one's existence to be based
solely on the perceptions of others.