Transformation

seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul
–
wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood
–
midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed