Caterpillar Dreams

Inch your way

on tiny feet

up into the tree of dreams.

You are not yourself

the monarch lurks inside.

Spin

a strong silk pad.

Sleep,

you are not yourself

the monarch lurks inside.

Hunger for

red clover

goldenrod and

fluttering breezes

beneath the cool shade

of the

stately palm.

You are not yourself

the monarch lurks inside.

Awake

from nature’s baptism.

Shed your former skin.

Declare your magnificence.

Dance

atop yesterday’s fragile petals

soar into the callous wind.

Dazzle!

Flash your splendid

tawny orange and black wings.

Rise

potent prince,

reign throughout the provinces.

You are magnificent.

You are Mozart’s symphony No. 40 in G minor.

Soar brilliant monarch,

Soar!

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