Resolve

It is part of evolution, they say
The caterpillar in me is now growing to be a butterfly
growing wings -
but sky doesn't beckon me
The green blades of grass
The rusty pull of wet soil
The slippery slither of spreading moss
This is my world...
The world of touch and feel
Of experiential joy
Ephemeral but real...
My wings give me falsehoods of being above it all
They make me adrift in an oblivion
A nothingness that spreads far and wide
I would rather walk,
And leave footprints behind
Let my wings be, I am not keen to fly.