(As seen by a butterfly)

 

You are both grotesque and beautiful

Not like the flies of this world

Nor wet in its ways

But a madescent Melange

Of spirit and clay

 

You have the wings of perspective

Ever ready to catch delight or fortuity

Set to send a mortal's mind

On oneiric Outings

As Hermes unconfined

 

You are drawn to the trunk of life

Which obliges its grace as you dissolve

Weaving color and design

In a taciturn Tapestry

Fusing function and divine

 

You are compound in your phases

Streamers skyward from first blush 'til last starlight

Hear this chime of the chrysalis o' child of the womb

Hovering in the Hickory

A vicarious plume