thank you for being the cocoon in which I twirl and swirl
into the depths of my dreams, nightmares and in between
the in-between world of slumber and wake
beside the ones I love the most,
floating in the air of a room a place a house
I've always known loved lived breathed
in, growing up up up
here I go!--
out into the world, the scary world
but my good ole bed and nice-smell blanket is here
to save the day and rid me of scary monsters lurking
of putting my guard up,
of dreams, places and complicated things
late night reveries, longings and seas
oceans and oceans of you, me and world
drowning sometimes,
you were there--
to catch my every fall, slump, restless
tired body as it crashed, morphed, stayed still
and sometimes in the quiet still mornings,
I open my eyes to the scary world
that didn't seem as scary,
shielded by heavy comforters, the smell of mommy
papa's snoring, the sight of home,
I am not scared I am not scared
because the world is big
but my heart is bigger
as big as the comforts of where I grew up
--and learned to laugh, cry, dream
dream dream--and I dreamed of many things--many far
too far for me to stay
and so I go,
into a land I do not know,
with a heart I do know,
and in the thick of finding selves and staying true--what is true?
I secretly return to this place,
this place of strong blankets, hugging pillows, and childhood dreams
to remind me of things that has always been in me
quietly sleeping waking and being
in the midst of the wakeful chaos and living,
thank you.
thank you for being the cocoon in which I first started dreaming,
to fight, to learn, to breathe, to live
to grow
I am a pirate embarking on a journey--arghh!
the world is big,
but my heart is bigger.
