Winter Sleep

I stayed in bed all morning.
Sun through the large window,
bathing the cat and my calves
in January sunbursts, rays of yellow.
The coffee spilled; I didn’t mind.

I am unbothered.

I absorb only light, only breath.
The yous around me vanish
until I say “you are the you right now”.
I orchestrate the time for entering; exiting.
I say,“it’s your turn”.

I am velvet in this cocoon.

I will stay for as long as it takes.
Your knocking is muted here.
All requests, filed into an
unlabeled folder behind my eyes.
I am not ready to open them.
I only see backs of eyelids.
The darkest blue.

I’m in no rush to fly.