Off to the Garden

Lonely Cocoon

I struggle
I'm tight
I'm in a knot
You know

     I'm battered
     I'm bushed
     I'm all in a ball

What's wrong?
You will ask
I cannot
Tell you

      I'm all enclosed
      As if in a
      Cocoon

My friend
She says
It's a matter
OF WE

      My husband HE says
      It's a matter of ME

My Rabbi
He says
It's a matter
Of Thee

      HE anda
      SHE
      I anda Thee

           HE
           SHE
           ME
           WE

And of
Course
There's
Always
The
Thee
 
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