Spirit Evolution

Four wings,
I feel them on my back,
butterfly wings,
fluttering up and down
in a figure eight.
Invisible as infinity.
I decide to believe in them.

But here comes
the buffeting Wind,
seven years fierce.
Wind I must
thank you, I do accept
your transformation.
Yet now I beg
your gentleness. Please
let me rest, rest
a hundred years.

I give no thought
to my old life,
no thought
to chrysalis or wind.
I trust the strength
of my wings,
the terrible power
of their vulnerability.

In the natural ease
of change, I move,
lightly,
to a new way of living.
The whole of humanity,
free of expectations,
flutters up
to our future.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020