The Silkworm

I stood before a silkworm one day.
and that night my heart said to me,

“I can do things like that, I can spin skies,
I can be woven into love that can bring warmth to people;
I can be soft against a crying face,
I can be wings that lift, and I can travel on my thousand feet
throughout the earth,
my sacks filled
with the
sacred.”

and I replied to my heart,

“Dear, can you really do all those things?”

and it just nodded, “yes”
in silence.