By sinneD
Date: 11 July 1999

butterfly

you seemed to be
that playful butterfly
I remembered trying
to catch when I was 
still a clumsy kid,
chasing it all across
our yard, knees skinned
from too many falls,
swinging my net
only to catch air,
sometimes dirt,
and I remembered
breaking our window
when in desperation,
and possibly anger,
I threw my net at it
praying the hands of God
would swing the net for me
to finally catch it,
enfold it in my hands,
instead it shattered
our living room window,
shattering my heart too.
the only difference
between that butterfly
and you is that
I was able to catch you,
sometimes though,
sometimes,
I wonder
if ever I did catch
that butterfly,
would I have set it free
for its own sake?
or would it have stayed
because it wanted to,
even when in my hands
is the smallest universe
it would ever know?
I wonder,
would it have been
much like you,
still here though
I carry you in my
open palms...?



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