I sat down in the middle of the road.
While others hurtle past
I bend myself into the
petals of a flower born in mud.
I take my horse from the horse,
my name from the hat,
the phone from the hook.
I hit pause, not break, not quit.
I let the water still
and listen for the silence
that houses all.
I chase my happiness like
a pile of papers dropped on
the sidewalk, tumbling in the air.
The chase, that looks to you like stopping,
is spinning my insides upside-down,
moulding me back into star stuff.
Just wait till this cocoon splits.