#149

Transformation

waiting is over

it is about to happen

goo becomes glory

In the middle of the process, the gunk inside a butterfly’s chrysalis is neither caterpillar nor butterfly. Isn’t it amazing that this “in-between goo” gradually becomes what it’s meant to be?

Write a haiku about transformation — butterfly or any other kind. Share it in a comment.

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