This overwhelming urge to get somewhere. To move time. The caterpillar to become the butterfly. The egg to become the bird. The bird to migrate. The seed to germinate, unfurl, put roots to the ground, stem to the sky. To flower, and in turn to court the bee, with its own irresistible urges to get somewhere.

internal clocks
eventually we all
stop ticking


Published in Haibun Today, Summer 2016

© Marianne Paul 2011