Butter Flying

So this is what it feels like—
Change.
A cocoon enveloping the past.
The willing caterpillar
focused on the yet-to-come.
Transformation within: the task.

I’m told,
to be a monarch, a caterpillar must
hang upside down inside the chrysalis
dissolve itself into a soup of cells
and then wait
for what seems like ages
to become someone new.

Wish me wings and good luck.
I am determined to catch a glimpse
of what comes next.

Maybe a butterfly, maybe a moth.

 

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