Resting butterfly

A butterfly sat on a table across from me
I stared at it; it back at me
for a moment, we sat still; just staring.
I stared at it so intently that
I felt like I could feel shivers in its wings.
then it flew; and what I could describe as levity,
I felt. As the world whirled and bobbed,
I could find joy in my heart.
then it flew and flew, far enough
where my mere physical sight could not reach
and when I knew it was gone
I made a song
to commemorate our encounter.

9.22.2022

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