Forever Afternoon

   What is death to the caterpillar
                    we call a butterfly
                   -anon

Ladder of success is an image I abhor.

I prefer the double helix, intertwining spirals.

My spirit does not wear down
or wear out, like a car or a shoe.

While my body wanes, waxes my spirit brighter.

I am in eternal metamorphosis.
Constantly consumed,
I consume myself.

Life has no stages; the word resolution
lies; life has questions, connections.

Life is a wheel of fortune, my life
a gift to be passed around the wheel.

Do we ask where does the caterpillar
go when it becomes a butterfly?

The caterpillar does not go, it becomes.

Spirit of caterpillar lives in butterfly,
same heart, beating stronger.