Lady In A Green Chemise Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Not unlike a lounging
caterpillar, arrayed
in her green chemise
she nibbled cold sprays
of fresh parsley
spilled upon her knees.

Her thoughts were pungent
and bitter, like the herbs she ate,
and she chewed them gingerly
and she swallowed them whole
with no regrets
and with all her energy.

If I were a blade of grass,
or if I were a worm,
I’d have no worries to rile me
or problems to resolve,
and if I were a leaf
nothing would beguile me.

Yet the leaf is consumed by the worm,
and the caterpillar fears
the poisonous leaf;
there is no sure haven
from danger for all beings
and therefore no relief.