Cocoon

Frail cocoon, don’t stir too soon, winter’s nearly over

An interior life is a superior life, the best that you can hope for

Don’t wrestle out, unfurl your wings and flutter out of sight

Those branches lie thick with webs to snare you in midflight

Moonlight, find me

Draw me from the deep

I long to be

Released

Leave the porch light on tonight, the moths will surely gather

Confused and frantic, wild and blind, forever ever after

Don’t wrestle out, unfurl your wings and flutter out of sight

The owls will swoop and pluck you straight out of the sky—

Moonlight, guide me

Keep me in your reach

I live to be

Complete

Frail cocoon don’t stir too soon, winter’s nearly over

An interior life is a superior life, the best that you can hope for