How  long do I squeeze my being
From this cloying, dead cocoon,
Wet and squashed, into the sun
There I’ll rest while gentle heat
Dries my ugly, crumpled form
Lie, until the change complete
Slowly, as my wings unfold
Brilliant colours are exposed
Vibrant shades of blue and gold.
Then I’ll stretch my wings to fly
Flutter upward to the light
Off into the azure sky
How I yearn for that delight!
Never to return or care for
Empty shell still hanging there.
Born anew from what was dead
Floating on in summer air
Jeweled, gossamer wings are spread.image

Free at last to swoop and dive
Metamorphosis complete
Joyfully and SO alive.