ancient, delicate instructions
form eyes from cells,
legs from impulses,
wings from air.
clearly, something is happening.
a color, a tint,
a hint of something happening.
striving to become something
more beautiful than yourself,
you hide away as you become
something new.
2 comments:
Yes! Any day now! How long has it been?
I love your poem - it's very beautiful.
Is there a sick day in your future?
;-)
Yesterday's photo was taken on Day 26!!! I guess he's just a little slow. I only hope he won't come out with smoker's cough!
I wish I could've taken today off!
Thanks for the compliment on the poem.
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