Re-emergence

Once more from the breach-
birth out of the depths
Held my breath for hours
for days, weeks

Leaking only a bubble-
burst of word/words
Confined to my throne
on the ocean floor

Or was it a cocoon?
Yes, perhaps, and I
trapped after worms
encased me as I slept

Awaking blind, absorbed
only in the way through
Squirmsliding out of
the fetid chrysalis

Again

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For dverse Open Mic and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Open Link Monday. This explains my long absences, and I’m sorry to all who expect more from me. Cannot fight the anti-muse, even in sunny summertime. Peace, Amy