Moth Poem

By Colby Klob

May 20th, 2018 - Greenville New York Arts and Culture

Adaptation

And Then,

it all stopped

I changed.

I came out of my cocoon

a moth

through the seasons.

I had grown from a young,

naive boy, plastic sword in hand

to a young man,

a man who feared the pain

he caused others.

Every year, I evolve from my past self

to a new model of my own character.

I change every day

like the rabbit changes its color

by the seasons,

I conform to the everchanging styles

of my American generation,

adapt to surroundings.

To adapt is to survive.

I’ll find my own way

in the rabbit hole

of life.

trying to be prepared

for anything.