My potential held in a chrysalis
I hide within a shadowed niché
Safe from mischief and the curious
Time stands still for my strange seed

Buds of my wings, flimsy as flowers
grow from leaf nectar with ease
In grub miasma I am geometry concealed
A rainbow of speckles
Secretly forming by tiny degrees
My cocoon tightens- my colors tease

Outside a gently scented atmosphere
stirs memories of my once segmented self
Sucked to wind bucked leaves
Green of their green, protected by dapple
a puzzle of leafy camouflage
Gorging there, naked and bare
I wove around me this fine cocoon,
I - was the spinner and the loom
Quietly suspended - now I must dare
I'm feeling for the air

I am feeling for the sun
Cell by cell - a squeezing permutation
Diligently shedding grub matter
A framework, a pattern, a nectar tongue
Coiled for long throats of floridium
Poised for pastoral whisperings
I struggle to unfold -
A magic, a beauty stunningly brief
I hold like every mystical thing
A dim capacity for wings

Living dopplers-Lepidopteran vibration
Essence of transparent gossamer
I gather energy, I tremble for flight
I tumble with garden blest wings
A cameo to immortal life
Beholden to nature I bear
Flittering, fluttering, seemingly, aimlessly
Witness to ever returning things
Only the fragile and delicate flower
Demeans the dress I wear

© Suzanne Delaney