all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

walking advertisment






















no one wonders if the butterfly feels frumpy
stumbling out of bed too soon, needing
sleep, caffeine, an eye lift, an ass less lumpy,
overwhelmed by all the gardens wanting weeding.

no one thinks about how insects might resist
the bright, electric sun as vicious spotlight,
revealing wrinkles, worry - that whole list.
what keeps the butterfly up at night?

surely things that fly feel down, those days
when it's too much to show the real face
hiding somewhere underneath - the greys,
the not quite-there's one tries so hard to erase.

and yet, no matter what the mood dictates,
the butterfly alights on vibrant wings.
Even feeling off, it never hesitates
to be this visible. He knows how color sings.

Amid a greying day, he refuses to be duller -
with yellow making claim against a darkened sky.
"Just look around at all this color,"
he boasts into the air. A righteous butterfly,

sometimes, but still, he makes the whole world his
by knowing just how beautiful his small part is.

4 comments:

la vie en rose said...

wow! those final words really got me right between the eyes!

Neil said...

If only we could all have the confidence of a butterfly when walking down the street.

GoGo said...

Nice words. Mindful and in perspective. A good reminder.

snowsparkle said...

"sometimes, but still, he makes the whole world his by knowing just how beautiful his small part is"
i keep coming back here to enjoy this and because i feel feeble and redundant just saying "i love it" again, i was hoping for better words to say it and make it more so... but so far, no luck. just letting you know i appreciate how beautiful you have made this small part of the world for me.