What do you see when you see a dandelion? A weed? A flower? And when it transforms to a wispy circular cobweb? A blowball? A clock?

And, the caterpillar pillaging the greenery? Do you see a worm or the possibility of a monarch with beautiful orange wings?

And me? Are you open to the possibility that I too have transformed? That the timid creature in the cocoon has burst forward with impossibly vivid wings and soars above the treetops to taste sweet succulent life?

Should you blink or close yourself to chance, you will never accept the transformation.

end 6/9/2016

(c) S. Darlington