Chrysalis

Madame Butterfly,

Sometimes we be-

come

that which hurt

Us, that one we abhor

All the more

Consumed

and eaten alive.

One can feel this,

as a matter of growth

inside

as cocoon cannot keep

safe 

its contents.

From moth to monarch

Color comes to show

Consumption.

I have become many

Delicate versions

Of a creature

That becomes-

Part of

creation.

Canaries are placed inside

Coal mines

by us, to save us

from poison unseen.

Other-

Wise

I have chosen

To hover at the blazing

Hearth

making smoke rings

with ashen wings

while warm

blooded bodies

Take shelter

soaking in stillness.

I can

Still

fly away.

Painting by Edward Mason Eggleston (1882-1941), 'A Day in June' c. 1932 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Storm chasers

Pulled one over on our Mother

Nature-When we 'wise ones'

learned how to chart               and predict, guess and check

her moods                               and storms associated with wrath

and names,                              personalities,

alphabetically                          with indexes and eyes.

We behold

color coded paths

where weather may walk-

sirens and alerts follow us

In spite of-direction.

Now that is not good enough             -anymore.

Without footage,                     there-ness, like live streams

in microwaves, invisible proof for the eyes-

It never happened that way.

Painting by Karl Bryullov, 'View of Fort Picu on the island of Madeira' c. 1849-50, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.