Dancing in the Light
Here I am with wondrous wings
No longer a grub in the grass
I can swirl and twirl and spin
In a space that seems so vast
When I was enmeshed in loam
I dreamt I had a different form
Not bound to a mundane home
But rising to dance in the light.
When mired in soil was all I knew
I thought my heart would burst
Longing with an unbearable thirst
To be much more than I was.
My vision fulfilled, I am reborn
As I coarse into the night
My wings extended into the air
In a dance of joy and delight.
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I didn’t recognize the poem was about the soul of a June bug your metaphor is so well-crafted
I feel like all the things in my yard are gonna find out you write about them this way while I write about them another way and they’re gonna be mad at me and will soon be on the side of the highway on a pilgrimage together to your house.
This is a delight to read; thanks for sharing it!