I never tire of the wonder of caterpillars becoming butterflies. That's why I've planted two kinds of milkweed and hope with all my heart that someday the monarchs who have started visiting will lay eggs. That's why I planted both raised beds with just enough basil for occasional pesto for us and a small forest of dill and fennel for the black swallowtails. That's why I keep bringing in a few caterpillars each time they appear and raise them to butterflyhood.
This morning's gift from the universe was being present for the moment when a caterpillar who had anchored to a dill stem shrugged off its caterpillar skin to reveal the chrysalis that had formed underneath.
How often do we get to witness a miracle?
My two pages of notes will eventually become a poem (or poems), but until then, here's a reposting of a septercet I wrote in 2016 for Jane Yolen's challenge on Today's Little Ditty.
Heidi has the Poetry Friday roundup today at
My Juicy Little Universe. (I'm SO feeling the title of her blog in my heart right now!)
Everyday Miracle
Watching caterpillars morph
from worm into chrysalis
never grows old. Starting small
(teeny-tiny, truth be told)
they adopt a growth mindset --
after egg, it's grow, grow, grow.
They change caterpillar clothes
as they thicken and lengthen.
Then comes the ultimate change --
undigested food is purged,
silk belt is spun, anchoring
caterpillar, who lets go
and leans into the process.
Unseen to observing eyes,
parts that were caterpillar
shuffle, shift, reorganize.
What once began as all crawl
will become fluttering flight.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016