the butterfly psyche


breaking through the cocoon walls
with nothing but small feet
and powdery wings
this is the power of a dream
from safety
to the unknown of flight
this is the self in the making
there’s a universe of air
so why do butterflies
go it alone
fluttering crazily
from flower to scent
to knee deep in nectar
and expectant

©A. D. Joyce, 2015


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