Breathing fabrics Pt. 1

Hello world, can you recognise me?  

where do I start, my forms have been many, 

my memories are few. 

The heat and the blinding light I was hungry for,

the soil, black and teeming with noises. 

I remember waiting in the dark, eager to deploy. 

To occupy the space that was mine. 

Time passes by. 

Then these golden hands fed by the sunrays too, twins of me, reach out. 

My travels start. 

I am bathed and combed, stretched, 

uncovered. 

They teach me a dance to take a new shape.

I don’t mind,

Curiosity of those who can become it all.

Long, short, short, long, 

a pattern that decides my fate, to which I am made unbreakable. 

I fold along the rustling of iron branches

Long, short, short, long. 

Hello skin, how are you? 

I can feel you longing for a caring touch.

Mine is a soft home, to shelter your endeavours

A chest for your many treasures. 

I have one gift for you, if you wish, 

To take up the hills, to the singing old woods

And the red canyons.

I’ll be your living net 

To swallow the hurt and the fright

And prolong the ins and outs of your lungs

So that again and again you carry us to the beginning.