Mystery,
wrought of
hardened protein
and spun silk,
it exists
in two states,
twice –
alive and dead;
caterpillar and
butterfly.
Each
a truth entire.
Until
the chrysalis splits
and butterfly
emerges.
Or does not.
Spun silk heart,
not yet hardened,
snug between ribs,
beating in
two states –
Hope and
Dismay.
— C.Birde, 9/17
2 Comments
This is such an amazing photo and poem! Such a unique and beautiful transformation you’ve so eloquently described. 🦋 ~Anne
Thank you kindly, Anne 🙂 I have been waiting…as patiently as I am able…for the caterpillar to make its debut as butterfly. It has been 20 days, thus far (apparently, Eastern Tiger Swallowtails can take their time!) And it struck me — that I was observing an echo of the “Schrodinger’s cat” thought exercise without the need (thank goodness) of radioactive material! The natural world can be our best teacher. As the words came to me, I realized I wrote, also, of my own desire for positive change, how much work is involved, and how impatient I can be… <3