Celestial Metamorphosis
by
Abbott Small
The Light pulls me
until I fly:
I am a flame
in the Holy Dove's eye.
The butterfly, the stork,
the dragonfly, nearby,
are each
a separate total sky.
Over Elysian fields
they weave and fly,
shapes in clouds
to the unchanged eye.
The Spirit, knowing me,
knows why.
Copyright 1997 by Abbott Small. All Rights Reserved.