BUTTERFLY

Fresh from the cocoon
you wait for wings
to harden

You weigh less
than one fifth of an ounce
how you survive

the two thousand mile journey
is a mystery—fifty miles a day
your life is spent airborne

each time you land
enemies lurk—
spiders, cats, birds

You soar,
guided by the earth’s magnetic field,
and arrive at your destiny

— Abraham Menashe