Cocoon

Inside of its cocoon

The caterpillar dreamed of vast blue skies

And deep indigo oceans

And of time collapsing

In upon itself

As the roaring of tides

Stormed inside

With waves of chemicals

Dancing and exploding

Within its transforming body

At times the caterpillar despaired

And even felt a suicidal ache on the brink of its

All too precipient demise

While outside it heard people arguing and shouting about the time

It was taking for the butterfly to emerge

Then there was the explosion that occurred

As the insides of the caterpillar metaphorphised

And a single drop of blood fell

Onto the dark green earth beneath

Only heard by the forest

Then sound of tearing

As one gossamer wing emerged

And an awful sensation like a storm passing through

Rebirth felt both terrifying

And precarious

And yet the caterpillar still surrendered

Even as it dreamed of the wings that would

In time unfurl making it possible

For his butterfly soul to emerge

And fly on

Over pastures anew