Metamorphosed by Brit McReynolds

his are descending steps

on starlight

whose stars align themselves

a path for noble feet

that trailing robe that once 

had swept the temple floor

doffed and draped 

over the throne

for later use

he wanders down

as entering a pool

every inch submerged 

transforms the dismal gloom

waters fit to drink

and we, like tadpoles

crown the head

that below the waters sink

and should we seek 

to follow in his steps

should well sprout legs

to carry us 

to lands

beyond our reach

metamorphosed

heavenly beings

climbing back

the starlit rungs

on holy feet