The Caterpillar Coach

I am always falling in love with caterpillars

inching along, they never dream of flight

with no idea of how graceful they will be

I teach them desire and they teach me patience

I tell my story and they tell me nothing

I would like to believe that it is me that drives them into cocoons

Because they are always so much more beautiful when they leave

fluttering off with all the love I gave them

Why do the Butterflies forget
the praising grubs in the dirt

as they reach for the sky?

and I don’t know if what I am
is a kind of happy or a kind of sad

or if there is really a difference anymore