Mutation.

One of billions of nerves
Understand finally
How light reaches through
The curtains into the room
And how the light captured
Is reflected for that nerve
To stimulate and call it
Movement of life.

I assume, in the matrix,
Of my billions of nerves,
That struggle to
Comprehend the
Monarch butterfly,
Of how one day,
A caterpillar labors to mutate
To become a butterfly, and
Then how it would
Travel miles and miles
And miles, and winters,
And summers.