My Victorian gold bordered mirror
shines the withered teal tides back at me,
wrapping my body in such a way
that doesn’t feel too loose, or too tight.
It's a comforting embrace that reminds me
of the swaddling technique mothers use
on their newborns, so they feel safe again.
Internally, I hope this finally makes me
feel like everything is going to be okay.

stay put, flippant cloud,
swaddle baby sun just born,
see, how he peeps down!

swaddling the moon, cloud
slowly dissolves, the moon floats
alarms the cranes.

Darkness swaddles moonlight,
Bamboo groves sing lullaby,
Love moves the still air.