The Caterpillar

I watched a caterpillar climb a tree Wondering why in the world not me, Taking it as a fortuitous sign While seeing that poor critter climb. Holding my breath with squinted eyes Thinking to myself, how very wise We humans are by strange design While seeing that poor critter climb. Minute by minute in our eternal now His journey and mine combined somehow, Over the branches and through the vines While seeing that poor critter climb. Under summer skies and wandering winds Waiting to see where his journey ends, When butterfly wings suddenly spread And that critter flies before my eyes, instead. © Terrell Martin, 02/09/2025