No ordinary life,
certainly not nondescript.
My gratitude abounds
for those who’ve seen beyond the worm,
have designed its many grooves,
allowed free access to their hearts.
But being a caterpillar
I’ve been confined to
surfaces of many things
with bridled flights of fancy.
Transition’s time has come now.
No easy phase I’m sure,
to lose who I have been
mixed emotions have set in.
Cocoon me in amorous sleep.
Kiss me to rebirth,
anticipation rising high,
of what I will become,
of days when I will fly freely,
magnificent art of self creation.
It’s heady days I yearn for,
with golden crown and colorful wing,
frivolously fluttering flights,
amidst bounteous beauties bright,
where time is alive to every moment,
and becomes a precious incarnation.