Inch by inch,
I slowly scale the milkweed stalk
and drink the milk of the plant in preparation.
I am engulfed by darkness
and pure silence.
Day after day,
minute after minute,
I am still, with no knowledge
of the beauty to come.
I open my eyes to see the sun’s rays.
Slowly, my fragile, wings expand.
For the first time, my wings flap.
Children stare with eyes of wonder.
Swish, I take to the air.
Young eyes track my every flutter.
I perch upon a young girl,
holding her breath to savor the moment,
and stare into the eyes of the future.