poem - chrysalis

A thing I'm working on:
slowly emerging, all-
owing my life to unfold, unfurl

in its time, at its own pace

so often much, so much
slower than
my eager, voracious
Ambition Will would.

being, though.
Being,

Becoming; and
isn't it lovely, being
becoming?

Isn't it refreshing and
inspiring and,
and,
and …

Could you just - ?

~mb, 2020