Chrysalis by Richard Weaver

When its wings had dried
it took to the new world air.
My wait had been a wish granted.
I collected my hat and paints,
took the brushes to rinse
in a tidal pool, and could not
have been happier had the sun
chosen that moment to wink.



Richard Weaver lives in Baltimore City where he volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, CityLit, the Baltimore Book Festival, and is the writer-in-residence at the James Joyce Pub. He is the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press). Five poems from this MS became the libretto for a symphony, Of Sea and Stars, 2005, performed four times to date.