The Lifting of Wings

Emerging from the chrysalis,

wings unfolding and stretching out in the awakening body,

the newly winged body of the butterfly.

She intuitively knows the precise timing of this unfolding,

when to rest, wings pulsing,

when to lift into the pure clean air…

The newness of this breathing, natural, innocent, free.

I am lifting my wings above that familiar branch

I thought was home. Looking back,

I see a temporary home, sustaining me until there was readiness

to find the next, stronger branch of life,

strong enough for my wild free spirit.

© Sophia Murphy