Butterfly's Promise
 

by
 

Sarah Gallant
 

Dancing Butterfly.
Why couldn't I envision your beauty and grace
when you, a fuzzy crawling creature,
were inching your way upon a leaf underfoot?
You almost got stepped on,
but must have been meant to escape
that immediate fate.
And as I gently nudged you onto my finger,
you whispered to me about what
you would become.
At that moment I could not understand.
Of course you were cute, and soft, and funny,
but you looked so different then!
And what about when,
bound by a grey-brown cocoon,
you hung, apparently lifeless, from a tree?
You weren't really dead,
but only being, throughout it all,
very necessarily ~YOU~;
held fast in the home your caterpillar self
so industriously spun to protect you,
to nurture you,
to hide you away until you sprouted wings.
Then,
flitting from flower to flower,
nose to shoulder,
you landed in a Gloriously Colorful Celebration.
A delicately sculptured Promise
Fulfilled.

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