but now I’m found.

I am, you see, found already. I don’t need you to find me, don’t need you to tell me how I might more pleasing be. Why I should be less scary for your palate—more tame

how I might better fit into you

how the simple, easy grasp of my Divine, my Joy invites your skepticism, sarcasm, behind which crouches fear

yes, I can see it there—fueling your arrogance. I know I scare you, but that doesn’t make you right and me wrong

don’t need you pronouncing me frightening in my simplicity, my certainty inside my happy life

and what makes you think being an “alien from outer space” is an insult, anyway? is that really the only best you could come up with? spitting those words at me like a slap

but only after I’d turned you down

were you hoping I would take that bait? no thank you, go sell your co-dependence elsewhere

I am not lost
I am not blind
I found myself long ago

you say all these things with your own certainty—good for you! now go be your certain self away from me

A version originally published at author’s blog as But Now I See