Catch

                   

I've created a container
Not to evaporate
To wasteful air.

Drawings, scribbles
Poems scrawled on margins
I don't see myself.

A kind of sily mirrow
Only visible to others
Not me, it's me.

I long for solice
A cocoon of silence
Where I court changes

Molting to new Wings
Shedding my old coat
Spreading out to fly.

~Dave~