Chrysalis Poem by Maureen Travers

here I lie
in a sensory deprivation tank

my eyes blinded
my ears stopped
no smells reach my nose
no taste without smell
encased in a watery blanket
I feel nothing

except
inside my mind
where memories lie outside my event horizon

I see my past
I imagine my future
hear voices of people long gone
and the smell
and the taste
of strawberries and bread rolls

no man-made cocoon can suppress
the downy softness of a baby’s skin
the feeling of sun on my face
and so I retreat to my homespun world
to recharge my senses
to break free