NaPoWriMo Poem #25: Cocoon

#25 of 30

Cocoon

Time presses

into itself

until six months is

just a day

Every time I get it right
I have to leave again

Gone-
To that other home where
Parts of me live out

Those same parts that cocoon
over winter

Dream of color and sound

Hidden beneath a cold,

white blanket

And in the moment

of making the most of a home

and its quiet refuge-

it’s time to emerge

and soar

again

somewhere else

How I love the warm nest

I have made

But how I also love the flying