Like An Origami Habit Poem by Liza Sud

Like a habit you are popping
Like an origami habit.
I'm fine - I am in order,
Just a tempest in a tea pot.

You can not provide connection,
But we also can't be parted.
Give a call and Information -
It will slip in light coarse calico.

Poetry is not a soap.
Please excuse me, I'll be honest.
What once was and then cooled down -
Will again to zenith mount.

Because all is calm, not stormy.
Because everything is normal.
And the soul flows molding,
In the shape of words sounds formal.