Day 3 NaPoWriMo. When I was 12 years old, I wrote into the Big Blue Marble for an international pen-pal. A 12 year old boy from Australia, Jamie, and I were matched up. Today’s stamp is from his March 1985 letter (we were in high school, year 10, by then). Since Jamie and I grew up together in letters on far sides of the planet, this poem is fitting. Enjoy the poem. Comment if you had a pen pal.
Stages of a Butterfly Life
Four stages of life
has a butterfly
and aren’t’ we all butterflies?
We must incubate as children
asking “why” and learning our small world,
learning our values.
We hatch out of school
and into the wider world
our awkward caterpillar stage
exploring and eating and fattening
on experiences, mistakes, and knowledge.
Ah the chrysalis stage in our 30s and 40s
decades of change, reinvention, questioning.
It is a busy time of career, marriage, children
and sometimes loosing ourselves.
At the middle of our hopeful century
we emerge from our stifling cocoon
to spread our beautiful, wise wings.
The sage stage with money and time to travel and be.
We’ve sorted down our friendships and commitments
and learned the colors of our feathers.
We are aging globally
more butterflies than ever
shrinking our planet
as we connect and continue to learn
for our metamorphosis is not complete.
Even the butterfly must journey a long flight
spanning our worlds
carried on the winds.