Still

As the caterpillar 
Slowly inches by 
As the tears let up 
Into a gentle sigh 

As an expanding breath 
Rises from the depths 
As the tiptoes go undercover
Acting as steps 

As a long stretch 
Is eagerly held 
As the wrong words 
Are accidentally yelled 

And as the beads of glass 
Sit peacefully after the storm 
It’s all so still 
And not yet formed