b'Stormrider | Martin Cook The glass cocoon By Kerrin Shinners Longing at the window I cry for her like a cat.Springher air of potential, freedom, lust for life- brightness and warmth.Her long days so near and far -I suddenly find myself gravitating to here and nownothing else to dobut embrace the darkness of the cocoon. Within it I can already see the light. Yesmy cocoon implies beauty + flight,and so I yearn today surrounded by silver darkness. In darkness there is strength, anticipation. Is rest. Is delight. 4SPARK 2024-25 |volume 16'