(from Brainstorms &

Artwise Poetry Roulette Cards)

We are all reaching toward higher space.

Watch me as I rise in an ever-expanding spiral

like the butterfly that crossed my path

at the bottom of the hill.

She emerged from the tall grass to my left.

I stopped in my tracks and watched

as she passed at the level of my gaze.

She was as high as the treetops

by the time she reached

the other side of the street

and she continued her journey

until I could see her only

as a dark flutter against

a bright blue sky.

Have you ever seen a butterfly hesitate

in its upward movement?

Neither have I.