The butterflies came. Are coming. And what will that mean to the landscape? Looks like some trees are coming up next door, and I at least am glad for it.
What will they think, all of them? I can see them through the windows—some hunching over their computers googling “Giant Butterflies.” No one told them. It wasn’t on the news. Maybe it’s just some wild trick we saw on YouTube.
The windows are full of emptiness. And some are talking near the water cooler. So much has changed, but there’s still a water cooler. If things were to continue—which they won’t. If things were to continue on this track, each person would get hooked up to some hydration system. Water coolers are inefficient.
And butterflies don’t need them. Butterflies will be lighting, will be light. But they will turn the place upside down and inside out. And it will not be a violent thing. Shit, they’re butterflies. People will be transfixed as they do what they do, their movements random and intentional.
Unless you look very closely, you can’t tell the difference between a male monarch and a female. I imagine they look closely. There is not much I know about what butterflies do with their time, but I know I love them. I know I want them to land on me and stay long enough for me to miss dinner.
I have heard that butterflies can be fierce. Not really. But it’s interesting to imagine. They are tender, and we need them.
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Wow. this totally threw me for a loop at first, which is so cool. Surprise me and you have my attention.
This is such a lovely tribute to the gentleness of nature. I can see the butterfly aspect in your prose even, it reads like a butterfly.
I saw a bumper sticker not long ago that said "If we ignore nature...maybe it will just go away." We need more that makes us stop.
Thank you for posting this.
This is beautiful. We need more tenderness in the world. And less hydration systems... I love water coolers! :-)
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