Butterfly Effect
Midst her migratory journey, I was visited by a restless butterfly.
She came to me as I was planning a final grand journey before I die.
She boldly rested on my open hand with an attitude quite cavalier.
I was inspired by the presence of this graceful traveler.
Her touch caused my pulse to race and my body tensed from head to toe.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, lest I disturb her peaceful repose.
I muted my exuberance and restrained my body from lurching.
I was honored by her trust in me, while on me she was safely perching.
She had come to cheer me on as I prepare for my last adventure.
As she had escaped from her cocoon, I would escape from my indenture.
My heart opened like my hand during my encounter with this splendid muse.
Then she answered the jet stream’s call and flew away - a call her nature couldn’t refuse.
I wish we had more time together, and I wish I could hold her again.
But, I am confined to the earth below, while she floats upon the wind.
Was the encounter preordained or happenstance? It’s really quite a mystery.
But whether it was providence or chance, we’re now part of each other’s history.
