By Meira Droznah
Woolly on your way
To being Isabella
Are you aware of
Your transformation or
Are you only looking, now,
For a snuggly place
Maybe Mossy
We crossed paths at the
Intersection of
October and September
The fall came and I missed
The day
The Equinox
Is a mountain and a celestial
Event but was it
Consequential?
Just a reference
And where we met
Was beyond a point in time and
Space
Am I transforming backwards
In becoming the way that
Less is more
And you
Were you always Isabella the
Tiger Moth and
Returning home
And then who was I when I will be
Me again
I can’t wait to find out
But first a cozy fire
At the crossroads of crumbly
Orange red brown
Me my crocheted throw and you
The undergrowth.
