Tun

Good time to enter the tun state.
The environment’s gotten harsh.
The body’s besieged; the bank’s far
More withdrawals than deposits.

Pull in all those appendages.
Stop foraging. Stop exploring.
Stop purchasing. Stop consuming.
Stop everything that can be stopped.

Roll into a compacted sphere,
A fraction of an active life.
Wait things out to try to survive,
More seed or dust speck than person.

Hope that the smaller seeds inside
Don’t blossom since their own tun’s done.