Climbing from the chrysalis Metamorphosis is done Spreading wings to dry And then it’s time to fly Time to get down to butterfly business Feeding from nectar Spreading pollen flower to flower Morning is time to bask for the sun Heat the wings in order to fly And taste the air for food and love…
Between one state of being and another Between inception and culmination I exist in flux Transitioning from birth to final flight Hovering between realities In the excruciating beauty of metamorphosis There is no butterfly without caterpillar There is no completion without instar Cell by cell, fragment by fragment I recreate myself Instar - a phase…
Eclectic Assemblage 