And Now

i can no longer

kid myself

about transformation

i don't want to be

anything tomorrow

the catacombs are

crumbling

i watch

the swallowtail

move with her

purpose

from petal to

leaf

with no

apparent purpose

from leaves

to dripping

petals

no before

or after

thoughts

alive for

the moment

brimming

with

the winged joy

of being

now