Shelter

If you’ve built yourself a home,
It’s possible you’ve built it
Only to hide inside it.

Cocoon of spit and protein,
Brick and mortar, formal verse—
What serves you might survive you.

It would be unkind of us
To say you should be naked,
To shame you for your hiding.

The grub that hid in the house
It somehow made for itself
Was no worse than what emerged.