I’ll go into a cocoon
where you won’t know me.
Where I’ll leave what
my mother and father
made me.
Where I’ll leave God’s
humble mistake
and the Universe will
call itself out of me.
Where I’ll hear my
ghost daughter say “Mommy”.
I’ll carry out
a metabolic metamorphosis
in there.
Then when I emerge,
breaking out into the blessed
realm of
sunlight and moonlight,
you will say,
“Oh, who are you?
Oh, there you are.”