cocooning
in a time of great strife and struggle.
if you can just
lean against the oak
feel how solid.
drink the water
walk the room
turn around
touch the wall
touch the skin
breathe the air between wall and skin
notice the space between the thoughts
notice too the urge to fill it.
(sometimes it’s a full time job)
feel it
and if tears come
cry
sit
lie down
stand up again
look outside the window
nothing begs for your collecting
nothing ever did
drink the water
touch the wood
see the paper
without reading
let the phone ring
for that is music too
if you are in a time
of great strife and struggle
take a moment
take a year
taste the humility
of cocooning
without the knowing of butterflies
