Transformation

From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today’s prompt, write a new world poem."

Transformation

I sit rigid and alone in fear,

wild thoughts barking in my mind.

What if the world is shrinking?

What if we are forced into smaller and

smaller

spaces where neighbours become concepts,

urgent needs are increasingly delayed,

ever tightening guidelines deployed

to navigate this new reality?

Will we survive? Who will be there

at the end of this?

Transformation.

Perhaps, something entirely different

is unfolding and we, who

must go through the process,

have not yet opened our eyes.

What if we are simply sloughing off dead skin

from ourselves, letting go those aspects of

society, that no longer (perhaps never)

served us well?

Life has always been a paring knife.

We are being pared down,

our rough-edged society made smooth,

to fit within a new reality:

only what is meaningful and profound

is demanded from our existence.

I sit rigid and alone in contemplation

hoping you are there to meet me

when I emerge from my cocoon.