unlike the bee’s cell
dry walls are more like shoji
stained by doubt
and thunderclouds

fragile intersections
require a corner
aperture
a protected porch

I know nothing of this life
the story missing
encyclopedia page torn out
by another student

yellow legs pull
segmented body
through the grey tunnel
walls rustle as wings open
leaving refuge

spun from inside out
tier by tier

a finely wrapped turban
if unwound
how far would silk reach
releasing prayer

chambers of paper curl
into the desire to hold
what might
at any moment
take flight