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.