Bend here, crease there
Opposite to the end game
Don’t go out,
don’t play
And you’ll
be safe another day
It feels backwards
It feels unbearable
Just follow the instructions
Just
trust the process
This is how you fold a swan
This
is how you survive a pandemic
This can’t possibly be right
I
can’t bend that way
I’m stretched too thin already
I’ll rip in half
These creases run too deep
To ever reverse
Is this really how you fold a swan?
Is all this really worth it
When no one knows the ending?
So many complicated internal folds
Such a convoluted internal dance
To coax the grace of a bird
From this flat white square
Why
do we even keep trying?
Who wrote these instructions?
Just when you think
This is never going to work
Suddenly
The whole
piece shifts
One reverse fold pops out
In sharp relief
Then another
Just when you think
It’s beyond hope
And it’s time to give up
You coax the reversals
Massage the creases
The way they were always
Meant to fold
Watch them transform
Before your eyes
And lo!
The ugly duckling
Rises to claim its grace
A swan at last.
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