Needed Emptiness

One day
I looked around -
and there was no small pocket to put myself in.
Everywhere, my life was too full to find a needed emptiness
to rest as the world went on.

I want a square flannel corner
for the small brown mouse
I used to carry in my pocket of my shirt,
whose tiny furry movements first began to stir in me
a feeling of love against my still unopened breasts.