Separately Together

(From Within My Illusions)

The butterfly flew across my windshield
the moment you said the word

How could time regret what came before?

My day disjointed,
your missed appointment,
that moment I hesitated
before walking out the door,

landed us here separately together,
converging in time if not in space.

you: soaking wet, stepping out of the spring,
me: freshly coiffed, on the road, rambling,
the swallowtail fluttering in between.