COCOON
Life before now, free and vast.
Deserts, streams, mountains
My eyes yearning for the past.
A native bird offered to sing too soon.
A native bird flew overhead
He assimilated with the moon.
Patiently, I waited for a sign.
I dug my way to China
Hoping to soothe my mind.
The mind isn’t easily persuaded.
And neither is the moon.
The heart becomes inundated
With fragments of this cocoon.