the blanket

 

it wasn’t a dusting


a blanket fell
covering as far
as 1 could see

nature
stood still
quietly content
to take
a day off

 

birds
whispered
squirrels
stayed tucked
in their hollows
the fox
found no way
to dig out
of the den
a day of sleep
instead

 

seemingly
time stands still
no movement
no tic – toc

 

breathing
becomes
barely
needing
only the slightest
of air
to sustain
1

nothing
to rush too
nothing
to do

 

1’s soul
doesn’t feel
the quiet cold

the blanket
stops
time
in it’s track

the blanket
alluring
1

 

the blanket
inviting
1
to become
1………………. with all