- Vol. 09
- Chapter 04
The Metamorphic Moment
A kaleidoscope of butterflies
seems to be drawn to me.
if I have blocked their passage?
In a sudden flurry
they cover my arms, my face.
Their stunning wings
slowly open and close. I’m frightened
and yet I stand still.
I let them have their way with me,
and they keep coming,
from as far as I can see thousands come
in flutters and they are beautiful,
one of the good Lord’s finest abstract paintings.
Each winged pattern slightly different,
each a type, a kind onto itself.
Gracefully flit and fly around my head.
Are they attracted to the sun
reflected on my shining face? the heat
of my body? Who knows?
—but I stand
in degrees of fear and awe as they
cling to my flesh.
Is it just a freak accident of nature
or have I been chosen
to receive mother nature’s sweet caress?
The Metamorphic MomentWill the flutter lift me
through the same hole in the sky
from whence they came?
Is it time? Will I, too, be transformed
into a winged art piece?
They answer comes just after I accept my fate,
my willingness to surrender
to whatever it is, to this moment.
Suddenly the entire flutter,
as if on signal,
fly out and away
leaving me with a humbling sense
of the miraculous.