Nothing is Settled
(to Daphne)

It’s been a stormy day.
Nothing is settled.

The elk mint has grown quite tall
and is falling over.
He is unsure of his surroundings
and calls out to the Mystery for help.

Hints of help are in the air.

A monarch caterpillar sits curled
on the wet earth.
I pick it up and place it on a flat leaf
on the largest milkweed.

Recognizing the leaf,
it straightens up.
The next time I look,
it is gone.

Nothing is settled.
I cut the elk mint to dry inside.