Enveloped by hilly surrounds
The misty flats in the early morn
The crisp wake up
Uggs and jumpers
Juice, coffee country porridge
The dormant black plastic
Lying tied up, contained
Sitting on the floor
I begin to unwrap it
It wrinkles and scrapes into a form
I love its dexterity
It has its own life
It can float with the wind
Making new forms in its stride
It lets me inside, I hide
It can float with the wind