Starlight Bouncer

I never saw a butterfly

From such a distance fly

A fancy starlight bouncer

Flirting with the sky.

Just a speck

Of traveling light

Bending in flight

And winding up

Along the way

As substance form and surface

Carrying pigment a palette would die for

It fluttered there

And found a flower

To fill itself with sustenance

A durable marvel against all odds

Delicately strong

Ordered and intricate

Entirely lively and lovely with velvet wings of colored dust.

In the inner space of butterflies

Is the atomic plan of all things known and unknown

Revelation and surprise

And more

There is always more.

The ghosts of the smallest particles are simultaneously

The spirits they are born from

The parts and sums of atoms are like nothingness eluding itself

In the disguise of somethingness.

These emitting, darting, vanishing, vagabond charges of minuscule power

Explode into home run crowds

Into beats from a drummer’s hands

Into a valley of waving wheat

Into friends saying farewell at dockside.

Into more an more butterflies.

© Armell