An Epic Journey

Circling, flitting, diving, and sailing, 
the two butterflies chased each other
over the fields of beets, ruby-sweet 
waiting to be picked, bitten, and dribbled.

In summer's highest heat, they flutter
close to bright buds near the slow-moving
gentle waters of the bayou as the afternoon
turn slowly, smoothly, softly into evening. 

Seemingly limitless strength guides each tremor
and underlies each deceptively smooth layer of silk.
Landing on majestic elk in the Western mountains or on 
cinnamon trees of the West Indies. 

No wonder we gasp, marvel, and dream just a bit when 
butterflies flutter by, shaking us awake to our waiting world.
All the while, they fly on. Alive two weeks orten months, 
an epic journey propels them forward. It's our turn to follow.



I also found this YouTube video of butterflies near a bayou. 
https://youtu.be/Tp3n1hR2EyY?si=g7y8pj6c4S-C-Fqe