says the message on the screen,
by clicking here, checking the box,
identifying all the stoplights,
because only we bipedal ones
with big brains can do so.
What of the whales with
their outsized hearts the
size of a Volkswagen bug,
or our ape relatives who,
as Jane Goodall taught us,
not only use tools but
invent them? What of
the instinct of caterpillars,
who willingly create and
wrap themselves in their
own shrouds, turn to liquid
and re-emerge as winged
creatures with a job to do?
Are we not all here to
pollinate and create
some kind of beauty
with our sizable hearts,
the ones that, if we are
lucky, expand with time,
with love given and received,
the best confirmation
of humanity after all?


I love this poem especially about the caterpillar turning to liquid then to something with a purpose.
Thank you so much!