Negotiating more space
Withdrawal in the best senses
Soft sounds
Low light
In silence
I show up for myself
Cocooned from without
No longer missing the sound of my heart
Plenty of room to sort through
Fluctuating feelings
To let them
Swirl and
Fade
To open again
To the soft rise of hope
To the glow of dawn
To the moon and owl
To the great mysteries of life
Embracing the lack of answer to the question
Why
