Caterpillar Masterpieces

Eagle Scout dedication, the

March of legs to a story piece relics

Of historical controversy. 

Claims of solidarity, the

Liar’s cries ring loudly in ears

Of the iron willed. 

Twenty-some legged, the

Uncanny amount of steps you take

To backtrack each tall tale.

I don’t want to live this way, the 

Way of the used and abused. 

Change is palpable. 

Hibernation of eternal tears, the

Chrysalis is formed to grieve alone.

Time never moves, but it does forward. 

Letting go, untethered weightlessly, the

Heartstrings unencumbered and ready

To emerge from a silent slumber. 

Restarted from black and white, the

Me I once was withered away 

And now I see in color ready to flutter by. 

Utter words of joyful Irish butter, the

Richness of a one chance one life,

Where all is possible, I rejoice.