caterpillars
we hang
by a short thread
with our short vision
writhing in pain
as we are remade
having never seen
or sensed
a butterfly
floating
aloft
brilliantly
suspended in light
ecstatic
eternal
desire
and
consummation
caterpillars
we hang
by a short thread
with our short vision
writhing in pain
as we are remade
having never seen
or sensed
a butterfly
floating
aloft
brilliantly
suspended in light
ecstatic
eternal
desire
and
consummation
John Greenleaf-Maple Poetry & Ruminations 