Diapause

In the park you stumbled and took first 
steps on the grass.

Where now is such a space 
that is so forgiving?

Once there was a rink where children skated,
unwinding time one loop after another.

I am still working 
on my balance.

In summer, silk webs bloom,
spanning incredible lengths in the garden.

Now it is winter and the weavers have wound 
their threads, nesting under leaf litter and mulch.