Trapped in amber forever in place

no change no shift no race in haste

can steal me from my amber case

no sound no touch no worries here

the world is still and sunlit here

A fly in amber this mite is me

When was I trapped

Why didn't I see

The slow drip of resin that has trapped me

Minute by minute day after day it built up around me

it now bars my way

But it's quiet here and there is no strife

far am I from daily life

Perhaps it's not a trap at all
,
but a carefully built haven

Now home   ... after all

Solita - 2007