A Year of Poems – Day 161

What is the butterfly to the world –
one living thing to another,
a winged breath and the heaving spinning earth
with thumping caverns and surging veins,
steaming breath which swirls about the sky?
What can the insignificant say to the signifier,
who breathes life and spins night and day?
What can an insect mind comprehend of planetary ecology?

The wind greets the butterfly,
knows its feather wings,
and sends it safely on its way.

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