School, softball,Â
  stress: overwhelming.
    Washed away with wads of worries,
       I loiter in the butterfly vivarium, vaguely
         comprehensive, entering the moist, tropical zone.
            A child, smiling, skips senselessly behind me,
               grasping onto his mother’s hand.
                 Life: so simple for the boy.
                 Life: so simple for the butterflies.
                  I find peace in the waterfall,
                   the lively sounds of the rich rainforest,
                    and the butterflies fluttering like a winter blizzard.
                  A dream: a kid again…worry free.
                  A dream: happiness…pure and long.
               A butterfly tickles my nose, and flaps its wings.
           A flashback: chasing fireflies in the backyard.
           A flashback: belief of everlasting summer.
         I’m the last one in the vivarium,
       paralyzed by the simplicity,
     and the youth of the zone.
    I must keep my childhood
  as one wing;
and adulthood,
as the other.

Post a Comment
Be the first to comment on this article!