...pulping innards to a sap sucked at will through the head or back...OR/--fresh wings bright gold as autumn aspen, Word made Flesh! from the mouth of Providence, spoken free & clear...
Chrysalis-To-Crucible (...Butterfly Scheduled / Spider oN Board)
All afternoon I see
Her hairy legs might well clasp, but not quite enclose it:
fatted to the brink of wingspan, the predator's
second weave a snug fit
over the prey's--suspending disbelief
through this rare twist of Fate
in a net she finally manages to reinforce
for the wide, long weight & bounce
of a drama now pending:
scripted--writ large, set in her worst way yet still sealed
from the paralyzing poison of her bite
till it open on its own~
to the unstable trap of her pounce, a jolting pent-up discharge
of appetite whetted by vigil,
pulping innards to a sap sucked at will
through the head or back;
half-opened wings dry in a day
to coat her in luminous dust fine as pollen
But if Flight
came SooN enough
to that pivotal moment
or the night got cold enough to hoarfrost
I might watch a terrible start seize a happy ending,
see a Way Found, plucked from the jaws of Lost:
the Seal broken, the pursed lips of chrysalis burst apart!
into the dazed-whole flex & moving target of flight
fresh wings bright gold as autumn aspen, Word made Flesh!
from the mouth of Providence,
spoken free & clear:
"T H E R E !"
I might so suddenly SEE!
if only when, I might begin
to follow through.
I might in that new Now of Then
know by Heart, what it Means from "Here".