In the macramé coccoon

I absorb quiet,

hide from hectic noise

 

Wind’s motherly hands

rock this cradle

of contentment

 

Nylon web captures

serenity, stillness,

me

 

Body melts into the ropes,

eyes droop, mind empties,

peace beckons

 

Climbing in, I surrender

to rest, to stillness,

leaving behind that tight collar

that shocks me every time

I start to let go.