Feb 17


I’d like to be a butterfly
And drunkenly flap around
Intoxicated on nectar and pollen.

Flitting from one flower to another
Resting to show off my wings.
Dancing atop a flower petal.

Do you like them?
My wings I mean.
How amazing that only a few months ago
I was a cylindrical fuzz
Inching around the same tree branch
Now feast your eyes on these sexy Elegant beauties!
Lighter than a feather
And my ticket to freedom!
Not opaque enough to let the sun shine through
But much too thin
To do anything but catch wind

I can’t always fly out my window
Because my imaginary wings only brush so many roof tops
But oh,
How freeing it would be to fly,
No, levitate
Above all the chimneys and skyscrapers
While I lick off the nectar from my fingertips
And drunkenly catch the wind in between my beating silken wings
High off tomorrow’s sunrise.
About the Author: Treblemaker
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.