Silence descends at the end of another day
Without warning the flashbacks storm
Through my brain
Drawn into a time when I crawled along
On eight pairs of feet
You were the new green shoot
Chlorophyll, my food, curled around me
Eyes flashed cider gum blue
Spring lime green
Autumn fagus yellow in between
You were my seasons while I hid inside
Wrapped up in your goodness
Drank down till I had my fill
Pints of the stuff
Growing green to the gills
Then to withdraw into my cocoon
To become someone you might love
Silk scarves and woven cloths
Interlaced around me
As I rocked back and forth
Remembering golden haze
Of sunshine and drinking you into my pores
Tightly wound, every part of me singing
Agitating, wriggling, then deathly still
Grieving, so near, yet I am bound
Waiting, not patiently, turning inside out
Penultimate moment, a dead eye opens
In the dark
A tear in the fabric of time
My proboscis is out
Feeling tingling into the wind
No more drinking her in
I shake free my wings and navigate
Stigma dripping in nectar
Search me out
I am taken in and dipping
Soaked, drunk on wine
Pushing me beyond my tipping point
Freedom flight
Yet every waking cell in my new-found body
Calls out – who and what made me as I am now
How could I wish for any other plight?
