A caterpillar hides in the grass
finding the spots of shade
where he can rest and eat.
It’s his season now, or hers.
I can’t tell the difference
between a male and a female
caterpillar, I have to admit.
I look a bit more at the caterpillar,
alternating between sun and shade,
eating her belly full, or his,
and find myself enjoying the moment,
just like the caterpillar looks
like he (or she) is living the moment.
Not worried about yesterday,
or butterfly days ahead.
Just enjoying the sun,
and some good food.