and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen Navigator
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind
just don't close your eyes
the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you
but don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.
--Daniel Irwin Tucker
I originally wrote this poem to relate on a very personal level. But I reposted it because I believe it is more pertinent than ever on every level of human existence in these troubled times.
