Metamorphosis

For my first posting on this blog, I think it is only fair to post a poem I wrote a short time ago which encapsulates the process I have been working through.

Not who I was
Nor yet what I shall be
I swing here
Caught in transition
Neither fish nor fowl
Becoming

Struggling
Against past bonds
Yet on the cusp
I catch a glimpse
Out the corner of my eye
Brilliant colors
A wet wing
Folded neatly against my body

Some day
Soon
The cocoon will lie empty
I'll stretch those wings
And take flight