I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

I love butterflies. I have written plenty of poems about butterflies and in all likelihood, I’ll write many more… so here’s yet another one.

I can’t help but follow your flight

I can’t help but follow your flight.
Peacock, Admiral, Cabbage White,
Common Blue, Painted Lady, 
Comma, Comma, maybe…

Your fickle flitter tickles my flutter.
I gasp at your wingspan of possibility,
your flightpath, a toddler on sugar rush,
distracted, determined, alert, at the ready 
for the brightest,
the subtlest , 
the hidden, 
the obvious.

Not even the flowers know your schedule.

Knowing doesn’t serve 
the warm summer air.
You show me the joy 
of a very long journey.

I can’t help but follow your flight.

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