The Caterpillar

I chased lizards on the sidewalk

Roaming through large flowers and cracked pillars

With broken glass and chipping paint

On the sun-baked concrete

I look up to The Caterpillar looking out at me.

I showed off lizards' tails

And butterfly wings

And dries rose petals with thorns

Perched on The Caterpillar's lap

Telling unrecalled murmurs to me.

I passed out in the heat

My skin swelled in bumps

I was drowning in a sea

Too weak to cry out

Yet I made it to The Caterpillar's mushroom.

The Caterpillar, evermore on a mushroom,

Was a mountain to my pea-size form

He never complained nor scolded

Just let me lay with him in the cool dark

The smell of sweet cigars soothe me.