Ever watch a butterfly dance?
Light as air it swoops
and dives and
zig-zags.
For a second, it rests on a tulip's single petal.
Only for a second.
Wings as soft as a bunny's fur,
fragile as ash,
flutter.
I reach out to calm the nervous rhythm.
With one tiny twitch, it rises bobbing and weaving.
Ever watch a butterfly dance?
She dances, this woman down the street.
Light as a breeze on a summer's day,
she glides
from moment to moment.
For a second, she pauses.
Only for a second.
Eyes as blue as the sky,
flash,
revealing the pain deep within her soul.
I reach out to warm the cold, lonely place in her fragile heart.
In the blink of an eye, she's gone, that woman down the street.
Ever watch a butterfly dance?
Copyright © 2005 Kim M. Simpson * All Rights Reserved
