|Photo via Roads End Naturalist|
To the Caterpillar
I spotted the yellow dot of your egg on the dill.
Cutting a sprig,
I brought you in.
Daily, your egg darkened as you grew.
What once was a dot
is now the tiny dash of you.
Your life obeys the rules of geometry:
line follows point,
wings bring symmetry.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2019