When a butterfly emerges

No one is watching

Except the organism

That is transformed

Nobody understands it either

Not truly

We can observe the exterior

But we can’t feel the experience

Of sludge

Becoming membrane

Growing wings

Or the confusion

Occurring within

A tiny brain

Metamorphosis happens

Far from the gaze

A caterpillar builds a coffin

Enters a grave

And one day in the future

It alights on a flower

That the breeze gently tends

And the journey it went through

Makes no sense

And matters not a fig

To the bird that swoops

For breakfast