as I step, from the grass
unto the weeds, though
not really, because I’m wearing
an ikea curtain as a protection
layer between me and the
stingy things- I walk on slowly
like walking in a sleeping bag
when camping and not wanting
to let go of that warmth.
walking with your bed-
like warm arms holding you
while every simple thing
the why for the walking on
curtains trough stingy weeds-
to un-knot the garland tied to the
tree at a time when apparently,
there was space for me to put a ladder
without getting stung.
this moment and writing about it
now- the magic of that
the world keeps turning,
and that there are incredibly
beautiful things to find-
unwrap- unravel, and transform.