The World’s Coat
‘In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world’s coat’ – Kafka
The world’s coat
has a zillion buttons made of stone,
has pockets
deeper than the Pacific Ocean.
With its collar pulled up
it reaches beyond the death of stars.
Its fabric can cope with hurricane and hail,
sandstorm and snow;
it can embrace your sorrow and your fear
of no tomorrow.
The world’s coat is lined with silk from all the silk worms
that ever existed;
its length is long but it never touches the ground.
There’s no reason to shun it.
It is waiting patient as the sky for you to sink
into the black holes of its arms.
The world’s coat
may seem an ill fit, but just turn up
its cuffs, it will grow into you,
or you into it.
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