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.
Yes! Any day now! How long has it been?
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could've taken today off!
Thanks for the compliment on the poem.