Caterpillar Dreams

Caterpillar Dreams

Inch your way
on tiny feet
climb 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.

Fly
dazzling insect.
Show off your large
tawny orange and black wings.
Rise
potent prince,
wander throughout the provinces.
You are magnificent.
You are Mozart’s Symphony No. 40 in G minor.
Fly brilliant monarch,
Fly!

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