I would have been a feminist before
the term had currency, but I could not
create or join a movement – I abhor
the politics I’d rather we forgot.
I knew I was bohemian, except
the definition came to be confused
with hippie peace-and-love – specifics swept
beneath the rug of jargon overused.
But then I balanced in life’s middle span,
as if cocooned within a hurricane,
from which I saw my generation ran
away from bright ideals and bold disdain
and left me here, upright, alone, and free
to comprehend my personality.