10: 14 a.m.
Deciding to build a cocoon around myself
for protection from other's scaffolding
remarks or snubs in turn.
Spinning around, making it thicker so as
not to be torn open again.
Living in a vast space of silent
undertaking, while no one can enter or
speak.
Having all the world at my feet and
placing it in writing to speak for me.
10: 15 a.m. 10/11/13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep your feet firmly on the ground and your pen well oiled. Lovely poem.