Arid
There’s an arid patch
where I disappear
Should I forget
To cultivate
Growth,
The green kind
That ruptures.
Life seeks itself
Better
In loose spaces
Airy with love.
As a spiral
Tightly wound
Seeks to unwind
And expand.
In tightness
We keep things in
Other things out.
It’s not safer,
Only smaller
Nothing is safe
Everything is safe.