Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis Tracing footsteps in the overgrown field where sunlight and raindrops date Counting sticker burrs like lemon drops in a candy counter display Hitchhikers I remember them called, lovers of socks and pant legs I think Each with their own story to tell, minute worries clinging to that last hope of life The path, familiar but then again not, it leads somewhere else now Dragging shadows like kite strings, knotted in the weave of its boundaries Taking in my surroundings and releasing them for another may find them useful as well, I find still no sign of that last phrase, spoken softly but misunderstood…is my understanding A collection of stone and gravel stew finds my shoe souls imaging in the dry dusty paste Outlines of thoughts, perhaps poetry in oblong shapes and perfect tread patterns stamped and posted, showing no indication of my ever being here Staring now at a cocoon on a lone branch, I see what my life had been, dark and lonely, dreaming of the colors, feeling confined but grateful for the transformation You smiled, I smiled, my wings appeared and I flew, as might a rainbow on a balloon, soaring until the tiniest speck in the sky could be me or just something on your glasses Light headed in a good way, free at last to define love, the metamorphosis of my heart, the changing of a man into more than he could hope to be, seeking and finding that blossom, sweet nectar, a sugary substance, love deep in the petals of life Though, no one told me of the life span before hand, no calendar hanging on my wall with circled dates highlighted in red, nor a stamp of expiration anywhere on my heart, good if used by…used by, funny I should write that now as my attention rests still on this cocoon, wondering where I went wrong, somewhere on this path lies the answer… for I once was a butterfly, just as you will be small cocoon, at which time you will learn… it is easier to fly with a heart that is unbroken