Nurture Fragility

Poem

Photo by Umberto on Unsplash

My soul porous wood eroded by rain

and fractured glass prone to touch. Isolated. I blockaded the entry routeto it—fenced it up high.

There were never inhabitants. There were none.

Deserted rampant and the frosty weather settled in to build nests.

A long emptiness. Years—

under the dim warmth,

i shelter—nurture the fragility

2 November 2023