A Few Sweet Moments in Between
children over eons
relearn again
thru play a world
they don't remember
today they color
in the care of day
blurring the lines
between what appears
to be here and what
they are here to imagine
better we are for
this cycle of forgetting
and discovering
that is creation
after two days of soaking rain
that harbingers a vibrant autumn
the lingering monarchs with
their marvelous orange wings
masking their understated
determination move through
the attentive listening air
with a purpose accentuated
by dwindling numbers
sip sugar from the last
flourish of summer flowers
before their long migration
each butterfly to
its singular mission
without destroying
what remains of
the darkening planet
bequeathing to us
the faint hope
of witnessing their return
in a summer of
this life or another
where everything is
made up together
with every other