A caterpillar rested
upon a skinned bamboo knee.
Among those grass trees
with his greenness and segments,
he considered the shoots his brothers,
but he recalled his mother telling him
that he'd doze in a white sleeping bag
emerging like a switchblade knife
revealing its edge
in brilliant new clothes.
When he awoke,
he was clad in shiny blue,
and he found a home fluttering
among violets and ballerina tutus.