Can you imagine

What it is

To be wrapped in silk

Its soft, indulgent embrace

Undemanding in its inquiry,

its invitation,

Its holding.

Just to be held

The silk spinning around you

Over and over again.

Once, twice, 100 times, 1000 times.

And still it goes.

Can you imagine

What it is

To be hanging, suspended in the air

disarming gravity.

A marvel.

A miracle.

The silk pad so strong

The breeze not enough

The earthquakes not enough

The rivers in the atmosphere not enough

The heat waves not enough

The tidal waves not enough

To shake you.

To shake me.