Fold

As an insect sheltered
‘Neath one withered, trembling leaf;
A footstep
Loud in the darkness –

She felt alone, but, more than that
- Exposed.

She felt the bitter wind would tear
Her tissue-paper soul.
And, ragged,
She must absorb the rain.

And so she folded.
So she remains.



SJL: 10th October, 2003