The Flight of the Butterfly

The flight of the butterfly amazes me Hovering like a feeling in my heart, Lighting on flower of my thought, free As an apple falling to the eye. The beauty of a butterfly is surprising From egg to chrysallis like a word Then out from caccoon sentence winging Across the sky of the tongue But nothing surpasses the butterfly In its love for home Two generations may pass crossing the sky It always returns where its history began And I unshackled feel fettered wings Fragile against catcher and sun From flower to flower and wind's hustlings Long for my Blue Mountains, and native sounds.