A free verse poem

Breath of a Butterfly

The flight of knowing

In the willowy sways, at the sunlit peak of a milkweed fern castle sleeps a tiny being cloaked in reverie hanging by a tassel. Sounds are muted, a dusty eve’s yawn of a floating mind figment relishing what might sing beyond outside the gauzy tint. Will there be creeping, under the leaves of a sunny beam of wood or drinking juices from a sticky plum inside a fuzzy sweater hood? The vastness that rushes, a swirled brush of an ancient bowl of stars is the prescience from sentient ones unwilling to live in jars. Nature’s percipient touch, the magic gift of a fluid entity opens the curtain for the grand reveal with antennae levity. There’s no hesitance, it’s the dreamer’s world of a special winged flight when butterflies sip their first sweet breath then fly with all of their might. — KALM

Thank you for reading! Can you imagine what it would be like to completely change into something you’ve never known before — and then have the innate ability to reach places you’ve never seen? ☁️