I spied a butterfly
flutter-love the breeze,
viewed its progress, marveling.

I thought of flight-so-light
and the way it frees
a caterpillar from its debris.

I watched a butterfly
flutter-avoid sun formed trees,
dipping and flitting magically.

I thought of wings-so-bright
and the way it seems
a caterpillar now knows harmony.

I viewed a butterfly
flutter-hug flower entities,
approving, with bold humility.

I thought of colors-of-height
and the way they key
a caterpillar’s mystery.

I watched a butterfly
flutter-sprite with glee
the lift of windy history.

I thought of right-to-kite
and the way life greets
a caterpillar to heaven’s seas.

I spied a butterfly
flutter-hide from me,
and went to look to see.

I thought of soul-filled-might
and the way eternity
lies in a caterpillar’s creed.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photo by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/27/05