Page 21 - flying stones
P. 21
the monarch’s song to Zhenya
part 1: caterpillar
I cannot recall when I first came to know
the warm sun glowing over my milkweed leaf
that stirs me to grow - or how my 16 feet
taste the creamy vegetable greens
I eat so neatly that none goes to waste.
and I eat and I eat and I eat.
I do not know why the meadow sings
with chirping, clicking, buzzing winged things.
or why dewdrops stumble my path;
then give way, leaking in day’s heat.
and I eat and I eat and I eat.