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Poem for Jonathan Pitre : NaPoWriMo #6

Butterfly Boy

~for Jonathan Pitre

If a boy can be a butterfly
let the wind lift him up,
the entombment of the spirit
is but temporary
in this most fragile of flesh,
it deserves to float free,
free from the weight of this body,
free like the feathers loosed
from the tail feathers of the hawk
circling the tall cliffs
and the chasms in between,

free like the stardust
illuminating the spiral arm
of the Milky Way
that cuts through the night sky,
free in the way light is free,
spilling over the crests of waves,
over the tops of the mountains and the trees,
through the windows and into warm pools
touching our animal skins.

No one deserves this pain,
to break open like an over ripe plum
at even the touch of a mother’s hand,
to blister from even a kiss,
to be rubbed raw in the gentlest of winds.
No one deserves to be deprived
of joy, deprived of that tickling nuzzle,
the wet nose of a dog against the neck,
the spontaneous laughter
of something so cold on your cheek.

The life of a butterfly is so brief,
but its beauty cannot be contained
in these these moments, these seconds
of fleeting fluttering of wings,
these delicate filtrations of sun
like Sunday’s of stained glass
settling between the petals of our fingers
but for the shortest of breaths,
before returning to the ether
from which all being is born.