Monarca Rising

One Hundred Percent

By Carmen H Gray

In the backpocket of my mind I keep

A list of things

To reconsider

When the casualties of the outside world

Make me bitter

Air that is 10 degrees cooler

After hundreds of days in the hundreds

My own sense of humor

Making me laugh in the presence of no one in particular

One hundred percent of those caterpillar rescues

Culminating in brilliant life

The jet and coral magestic hues

Of a monarch unfolding itself, right before my very eyes

One hundred percent of me living

In the blushes of the hushed sunrise

Open, empty again for a new day

To fill with possibility