Last Updated On August 11, 2022

 

 

 

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.

Alright children- it is time to embrace your pupa selves.
Knees to breast,
Bow your heads,
Wrap your wings tight.
Pupa time is quiet time.
Every crown gets a loop of golden beads.

“You are still holding him?”
His cheek is cradled in the hollow of my collarbone.
My hips effortlessly grounded for two.
“He is heavy, your arms will ache.”
“No. See, it is my heart that is heavy.
It is my spirit that aches.
My arms, my arms are meant for this.”
She pats my hands- I know, I know
Another Grandmother.

It is time Children.
Lean forward and somersault the best you can.
Get in hanging formation.
Allow your wings their full majesty.
Flap slowly, insistently, as your veins plump
and your antennae unfurl.
The world begins to come into focus with every vibration.
Look skyward.
Let the sun be your guide.

Pressed together, our breathing takes on a synchronous flow.
I feel your feathery wind at my neck.
My empty spaces thank you.
“Perhaps, ideally, we would all curl up within each other’s empty spaces,
just like the stacking alphabet blocks!”
I look down for confirmation,
but he is asleep.

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.

 

Last Updated On August 11, 2022

 

 

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.

Alright children- it is time to embrace your pupa selves.
Knees to breast,
Bow your heads,
Wrap your wings tight.
Pupa time is quiet time.
Every crown gets a loop of golden beads.

“You are still holding him?”
His cheek is cradled in the hollow of my collarbone.
My hips effortlessly grounded for two.
“He is heavy, your arms will ache.”
“No. See, it is my heart that is heavy.
It is my spirit that aches.
My arms, my arms are meant for this.”
She pats my hands- I know, I know
Another Grandmother.

It is time Children.
Lean forward and somersault the best you can.
Get in hanging formation.
Allow your wings their full majesty.
Flap slowly, insistently, as your veins plump
and your antennae unfurl.
The world begins to come into focus with every vibration.
Look skyward.
Let the sun be your guide.

Pressed together, our breathing takes on a synchronous flow.
I feel your feathery wind at my neck.
My empty spaces thank you.
“Perhaps, ideally, we would all curl up within each other’s empty spaces,
just like the stacking alphabet blocks!”
I look down for confirmation,
but he is asleep.

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.

Last Updated On August 11, 2022

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.

Alright children- it is time to embrace your pupa selves.
Knees to breast,
Bow your heads,
Wrap your wings tight.
Pupa time is quiet time.
Every crown gets a loop of golden beads.

“You are still holding him?”
His cheek is cradled in the hollow of my collarbone.
My hips effortlessly grounded for two.
“He is heavy, your arms will ache.”
“No. See, it is my heart that is heavy.
It is my spirit that aches.
My arms, my arms are meant for this.”
She pats my hands- I know, I know
Another Grandmother.

It is time Children.
Lean forward and somersault the best you can.
Get in hanging formation.
Allow your wings their full majesty.
Flap slowly, insistently, as your veins plump
and your antennae unfurl.
The world begins to come into focus with every vibration.
Look skyward.
Let the sun be your guide.

Pressed together, our breathing takes on a synchronous flow.
I feel your feathery wind at my neck.
My empty spaces thank you.
“Perhaps, ideally, we would all curl up within each other’s empty spaces,
just like the stacking alphabet blocks!”
I look down for confirmation,
but he is asleep.

Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day Its Monarch Day
Today is the day we cry,
as they cross from womb to sky,
For all that has yet to be released.