when the caterpillar

drops its head

it will grow a new one

and spin a pouch soul about it

there's no explication

of butterfly

only expansion

unfolding in the very space

of unfolding

necessity

and all that deep 

work, come 

whispered in a bodied daydream

soft breathy vibrant rush

lifted on its own gifted wind

all, that pulling inward emerges

a solar wonder

an aerial flower

lightly noted

by the most delicate

attention