A Reflection of Speech

I

I once had a talk with a butterfly That is,

She talked...

And I wondered why

My words weren’t working After lurking

Over my head

She

Turned off her wings

And sped ahead of me

She then said,

Like, beat poetry back in the day Your mind...

It don’t wanna play

With something it can’t understand So

I demand

That you let go of what you know of

Only then can you let in

Something new that you don’t know about

I started to shout

And she whispered over me

You’re so silly...

Believe, I have better things to do with my day Than to stay

And parade around you

While you spew out sounds that hit the ground And aren’t getting you anywhere

So, with a glare, she led me to follow her And there began...a brand new day.

I

I, once had a walk with this butterfly I then wondered why

She’d fly and I’d float

Why

I’d cry and she won’t

And this was because

She knew something

That I could never comprehend That our joints bend

In different spots

Like the ones on her back

I lack

The skill and grace

To avoid a fall on my face

And in my mind, then erase This very insightful experience

She

She then decided

And I complied that

It’d be a fancy idea to step into her place

So I crept to the left

And let her borrow my Face

Just to see how far she could travel

Before her pride would unravel

Into the threads

From which she was made of

I laughed

You’re not a dove

White and pure

Rather...

A dark entity from above

With a love

Of the tight and obscure ways of our society

She then twisted and turned

She looked at me

The words whispered were burned with clarity

Into my head as she said

Why did you think you couldn’t fly?

I said I hadn’t thought

But knew

And as I talked

I flew

Just as she had before

This made me think of more feats I could accomplish Had I only a wish

To do so myself

Instead of for everyone else

So I asked her... Have you ever

Wanted to be a bird or a plane? A word or a name?

Anything else

But your present form today?

What for?

What more could I have ever asked for That I don’t possess now

Said she...

Honey,

I never have to figure out how

To do what you

And the rest of mankind

Have been dying to document

How to soar...

How to vent your anger through pores My translucent presence

Never conforms

To your society

Though...

You’ve always tried to copy me

It’s a tragedy

That they all could have known

So much more

Had they asked

Sat down

And grasped a very simple concept

To accept the fact that

Imagination

Promotes creation

And idea supports a nation

Of people that are too proud

To step outside the crowd

And into something supernatural

And just as subtle...

The mouth loaned to her

Opened

And spoke a blur of words

Explaining what I never knew

She flew

Because she had to

God

Shook and threw the wings onto her back

While inch by meter grew the crack in her spine Developing

Into a perfect line

One that would exude

And absolute

Symmetric quality...

Balanced, for all to see

One now that I now wore with A confidence I never had before With a smile

That lasted all the while

We conversed and in a wink We immersed

Ourselves into the sea

With my body, she swam

And with her eyes, I agreed

That my life should be lived Until I die

This

This butterfly,

Gave the credit to her Creator To the one that made her

Into such a beautiful being An all-seeing creature

With a rather unique feature Her speech

And with this knowledge, I reached for my face And held it with the grace That it deserved

A bit unnerved

I asked if we would ever meet again She said

Only

If we greet as men should civilly

Without rivalry And converse Without time to be Self-conscious

I said yes

I can do that And with a snap

I slid back into my frame

I informed her of my name Strangely enough

Her title was

The same.