I look out upon a flapping window blossom

drifting, and radiating brilliance, garishly

   luring with unfettered wings and unbound body

as though flaunting with all its colors:

you can see me but you can’t have me

Like any other fool, I start chasing, knowing

  it’ll just fly away, yet still persisting

With outstretched arms and a fluttering heart

flushed with whimsical fascination, 

I take a giant, desperate leap- 

a gliding reverie dodges me effortlessly

and I faceplant into the earth empty-handed.

I know, I should’ve known, it was but an impulse. 

The butterflies, only nature has them-

captivating and winsome, too swift to hold

a glance, too nimble to catch, They run away

from pursuit. But as you sit, or lie, in a garden

of pollen that makes you sneeze sick
They might just land on you. Fleetingly

as a dream. 

-Chasing butterflies