A pondering she had in the bath,
A voice said,
“if you carved a key,
what would it be made of…?
my heart fluttered choose us.
I spoke.
The answer was butterflies.
I asked why.
The voice said butterflies flap their wings incessantly to float and fly in the warmth presence brings, and yet life is short compared to even dogs. Yet they savor every drop of a sunrise and a moonbeam like it is their last.
To live so quickly and be wrapped in your own pulse where life too is slow…
A Wish I Spoke Hoping Someone Else Holds It Too