The Soft Cocoon

[Bunx]

The Soft Cocoon

An ocean crawling to shore,
waves whispering,
are you here?

A seagull descends,
cooing softly,
do you hear me?

The sun walks the sky,
repainting, reacquainting.

The world exhales;
a page flutters frantically
in the breeze.

This I see.
This I hear.

Inside, undisturbed,
I continue to read
about a man
who loved summer.

The poems subject is strikingly mysterious. I would say the subject of this poem is literature itself as an endless supply of multiple mind frames. I love the way you cemented the theme in the six lines. thanks for the poem