Blue Cocoon: Susan Maria Rowley

Hiss of pipes
and howl of wind
but here’s all safe
and warm within
I lay inside a blue cocoon
and send my wishes
to the moon
Dreams of hope
and dreams of love
things to shower us
from above
I pray for peace
and end to hate
a place where rent cheques
are never late
A place where girls
are found not lost
and food and clothing
have no cost
where folks no longer
slave and toil
to bleed the earth
of her last oil
Until this day
I shall remain
beneath the snows:
a tiny grain
that waits for spring
my prayers to be answered
my heart to take wing.