How often we greet each other with worries

by Maggie Devers

I went to the wilderness to escape

And there are worries there too.

Caterpillars falling from their tree

Before their chrysalis is complete

My weekend project was to save them,

But not everybody makes it—

There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,

How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—

We lost one to the river

A few were squished

And one got too close to the coffee pot.

That will stick with me

But I saw butterflies too,

And in a few weeks

When I'm not there to see it,

There will be more.

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