An assertive breeze
Dislodges me from the cocoon of
This languourous summer sun and
Forces me to reassess
A different cocoon
One of my own construction
One that shields my frail constitution
From the daily threats to sanity
So rampant and commonplace
It’s as though they bloom and pollinate
In my mind, having always been there, waiting
For my attention
To activate
Like a shrewd spider’s eggs
Firmly planted on the back of a corpulent caterpillar
Who is none the wiser
Whose back will soon become a dinner table
Whose time has come