Upwards and Out

It's a curious place for a caterpillar to crawl,

on a ride that goes slow,

as a horse bobs lazily up & down,

traveling in a continuous cycle,

one that loops back to the beginning.

That's where this crawler found themself,

I planted myself in that spot for awhile,

as staying there had become familiar,

& in some ways, an easier way to travel.

But each caterpillar has a choice,

to continue to idly loop,

or to climb off the uncomplicated ride,

& I am living that decision everyday,

inching toward a different route.

No more meandering towards nowhere.

I hope to find myself,

this time, in a circle, upward bound,

as some paths mirror a spiral staircase.

I could build my cocoon there,

eventually hatching, wings craving flight,

finding my own way, upwards & out,

in the direction the sunflowers grow,

shifting to the sun, absorbing the light.

My hope is to not be found in time,

as an extinct & ancient fossil buried in dirt,

like the fate of the ocean's ammonite,

& instead once the door to the roof opens,

to be released into the open air,

finally unstuck, blissfully free.

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