unfold yourself
slowly and completely
leisurely and attentively
unfold yourself


lady jane doe jetson said...

don't tell Dewey~ my funny laundry man who folds so beautifully!

zoetree said...

Yeah, Lady Jane. I wouldn't apply this to my own laundry actions either. :)
This poem, rather, makes me think of a cat or waking up in the morning or waking up in the metaphysical sense of becoming aware and increasingly awake by the moment.

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