Windows

Life was a caterpillar when I was young.  Naps crawled along for days and the Easter bunny took a million years to come back.  I thought I went to school half a year and summer lasted the other half! 

It went a little faster by the time I got to college.  My professor only gave us a moment to read The Bear and papers were due almost before they were assigned.

My children came along and the caterpillar turned into a honey bee dripping with sweetness and zipping from flower to flower so quickly I barely had time to appreciate the fragrance before I had to move on.

Later on hard times magnified by a bug's eyes took on catastrophic proportions, but sheer determination got me through.

Now I float gently along buffeted by the wind and warmed by the sun.  Some days I am grateful and others I bang my head against that invisible barrier before me, but always I keep going.

Until one day I suppose someone will open a window and I'll slip silently into the next phase. Maybe I will be planted then and grow up.