seven pounds

i am afraid.
an invisible sheath of invincibility surrounds me and nothing more;
the only defense against whatever approaches.
it's easily peeled, easily penetrated, easily torn away.
hence, the vulnerability is astounding.
the uncontrollable confounds me.
i am a fish in a bowl at the back of the store,
the pearl in an oyster, but at the bottom of the sea.
who's going to find me?
who knows i'm even here?
and how long until we're all swallowed up,
seen and unseen?
love is blind--so how can it see the impossibilities?
time is mute--so how can "time only tell?"

welcome to my
an certain tea (party)