you must creep little creepers
that is what caterpillars do
creep and eat holes in leafy greens
stretch - contract - chew
and so did I until the day
I wove myself a womb
wrapping past attempts to fly
around everything I knew
leaving it all suspended - hanging
a room without a view
wondering why so limited
when wanting the beauty of flight
anxious for a kiss of life
as well understanding wait
struggle and patience bundled tight
no room for insect bliss
until another nondescript day
wiggling to scratch an itch
was aware I'd made a tear
a bit of light slipped in
now I'm ever glad and grateful
my crawling self had learned
there wasn't anywhere to fall
though I knew not yet of wings
