Some children cannot bear the feel of new clothes.
They like things that are old, cotton, much washed,
Left soft and accommodating to their individual contours.
I'm looking for a day that feels like those old clothes.
I don't want to feel, today, the rub of a collar on my neck.
Don't want to feel the scratchy folds of new cloth.
I want the day to enfold me, and hold me in comfortable
Softness. I want to snuggle against its folds,
I want to bury my nose in soft cloth and a smell
As familiar as my own skin. I want this day
To cosset me, not bind me. To give me space
To move freely, and also keep me warm.
I don't want the surprise of bright colours today.
Washed out, faded tones, maybe even a little frayed,
Setting a backdrop for this Saturn's Day.
Enfold me now, this day, like old clothes do.