Paradox

whence falls

the seed of

our milkweed

the monarch

butterfly emerges

from the jade

chrysalis

full formed

moist wings drying

in the sun

unfolding as

orange flight

knowing at

first light

the joy and

imperative of

what it’s here

to do

why then

must we

who can imagine

and create such

beauty and

magnificent works

of art and love

with so much

passion

in our hearts

take decades

of our lives

to discover

hold tight

to what

we care

most about

and in the

long dark

what is it

that allows

us so easily

to separate

forget

how we

are becoming

what we are

here to be