In the chrysalis
there’s nothing to talk about —
nothing of the former experience
with any relevance
to the transformation at hand
Unless, of course, there is —
unless the subtle flavors
of all those different leaves
you munched voraciously
with no articulation as to why —
Will now reveal themselves to be
precisely what you needed,
as their gifts are taken in and reconfigured
in the life for which the caterpillar had no words
but maybe somehow craved.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2013