Miles of Inches

White caterpillar — photo, my own

Fell out of my nest.

We were crawling…bravely peeping,
Taking our time to work our way back
To where we first met, pieces of me weeping.

When I left the golden poplars behind
To wither, taking my time to figure out why
My questions flew off, where the winds unwind.

A voice came to me, faded on a leaf,
Gift from a place I couldn’t be, I grew stagnant
As directed, legs grew roots that I might see

That now was in the here,
That today was in each yesterday, that tomorrow
Was in forever, but forever was not in always.

After aching to stop, all this growing
Such a challenge, I needed to give in — to a better
Life, I wrapped up, for my second chance to live

Back inside my cocoon.