cocooned

our little larvae are solidly spun

their little lives turned upside-down

and sweet daughter declares:

"they are crunchy and brown and covered with poop and ...

and i love them!"

they are indeed a mess of half-spun silken lines and awkward beauty

abandoned mid-project when

they were called to a different place, space, and season

and upside-down-ness

i am dark and soiled and a mess of half-spun plans

and i soften when i see these cocooned little creatures

and realize that i, too, am declared loved

and knit with the promise of vivid colors, flight, and lightness to come.

i am dark and soiled and a mess ... and upside-down

and yet looked upon with anticipation