by Chris Heeter
Hanging in the balance
with delicate flower petal wings
the butterfly waits . . . and dries.
Soon she'll launch herself upward,
abandoning her milkweed worm world
for sky and air --
did the caterpillar ever ponder this --
She awakens the dreamer in all of us,
begging the question:
what can we leave behind?
What unfathomable possibilities await
as we transform along the way?