Hold it in, they say,
Reel back, from the immensity,
And ensure your pinks are smothered beneath the right shade of beige,
Hold it in, so we hold until the numb sets in.
Or worse it doesn’t, we try and pack it flat under food and drink and aftershave and stuff
and cookie cutter love,
Nothing nourishing in this superstore, But we are doing our best with it all,
Know that each and every one of us is muddling through however we can,
Plan or no plan, it unrolls and we learn and grow around the barricades and reach for the light,
Some twisted and paled by circumstance and some wide and green and full of promise,
Just as easily cut down before their time.
So pull the golden thread from the air and follow it,
The shopping can wait,
Run to the water, no longer searching for Eden,
But feeling the last of the summer day and knowing we need less and more than we think we do,
Letting the charged Kaleidoscope unfurl unhindered, full of subtle opportunity.

Bryony Moores O'Sullivan is a Theatre Practice graduate from the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama, who specialises in puppetry, poetry and illustration.