What the heck. A return from my hiatus with something new for 2020...
Butterflies and birds -
cute and fragile,
tough and agile.
We watch them
flit and whistle
through shingle,
leaf and thistle.
We buy cards,
share pix,
print their delicate,
flying images
on fabrics,
wind chimes,
summer dresses.
But twice a year
the gossamer
and feathered
launch on
epic journeys
without ice chest,
cell or GPS.
From arctic to tropic
they soar and skip
over white peaks
and white caps,
across frozen tundra,
desert dune,
and night’s black.
Through predator
and pesticide,
hunger and hunter,
smog and typhoon,
some veer and fall
while millions more
hold true..
Beside these wonders
the macho we
of rasping trucks,
weapons, drinks,
and road rage
seem pale, wan,
and sedentary
We bluster
in our macho,
they hear the call
of ancient,
we break down
in curse and fight,
they give all
and take to sky.
