soup

caterpillars crawl,

as they always will.

butterflies fly,

as they always will.

but between their steps

and between their flaps,

what beholds?

what makes a caterpillar crawl?

crawl away into?

into a shelter where?

where it goes to bloom?

and what makes a butterfly?

butterfly after caterpillar?

caterpillar into its cocoon?

cocoon where it will bloom?

what secrets are hidden will remain

just that,

hidden. from our eyes, and far from our

understanding

of what mysteries hide

in the beings of a cocoon.

and we experience it, too,

though any wrapping of our minds around it

is unattainable and mindless, in itself.

so, i'll stay in my cocoon,

and you can join me,

as we rest,

as we bloom?

stay good.