Flight

Hypnotic Flight



Ocean waves of swaying grass tickles my toes; tree leaves flow and shimmy like sequins shaking as if on a dancer’s dress; the sun kissing the nape of my neck so divine that not even the breeze could order my little hairs to stand erect. Strolling to nature’s choir, butterflies glide toward us, fluttering through the air as if it were butter. They approach at a hush. So mesmerizing. Watching them. Synchronized, skilled, seductive are how they flew.
But when they landed
But
When
They
Landed
You wish you knew
What made you that exquisite and made them wise about you
That they greeted you so gracefully and landed on you.