FOLD

 

And further we fold

deeper into flesh,

finding favour with all

that is now familiar,

with all that has chosen to linger.

 

And further we fold

into commitments

now concerned with connections;

I will fight dragons for you, I said

and you laughed once

but now you listen

for the flapping in the wind

so wonders can be witnessed.

 

And further we fold,

we are onions in opposite,

building up the layers of truth,

of trust and those thrusts

still trembling, we do not peal

but prop potential up

against promise.

 

And further we fold,

finally, into the cocoon

we are the creators of,

your head in the crest

of my comfort, my arm

the holder of your hope.

 

All words and pictures by Damien B. Donnelly

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