Metamorphosis Poem by Juan Olivarez

Little caterpillar, climbing the tree,
To the topmost branches, he makes his way.
Up high to the top, where the air is free,
Starts looking for a diner, without delay.

Little caterpillar on a leafy bough,
Setting his table where leaves are green,
Not understanding, but knowing somehow,
The image in his head is not a dream.

Little caterpillar wrapped in a leaf,
Hanging from a bare and slender twig,
Wrapped in a blanket he had to weave,
He dreams of flight and growing big.

Little caterpillar where have you gone?
Your blanket is empty, and I can't see,
You, crawling around, your leafy home,
Oh my, oh dear, where can you be?

And what is that beautiful creature I see,
flapping beautiful Iridescent wings?
That face is familiar, no, but can it be?
Have you gone from a peasant to being a king?

You had in your heart a dream burning so bright,
That your life would change one beautiful day,
You were crawling around, and now you take flight,
Multi-colored wings, take you on your way.

5/27/10 29 palms ca.