To Catch a Butterfly
To Catch A Butterfly
I stand beside
a wilderness
to gaze upon
unfamiliar shores
where life once
appeared so intimate
midst the savage
lion's roars,
Yet I'm detached
from this reality
with my neatly
packaged food,
standing draped
in shameful skins
while nature is
running nude,
And as I scoop
this alien soil
I flinch at
creepy crawly things,
except to catch
a butterfly
to marvel at its
beautiful wings.
This land was teaming
with creatures
who flew, who crawled
to catch, to kill,
so I learnt how
to make weapons
and control
this world at will.
Yet it's been so long
since I wandered here
among nature
and my roots,
I have crushed them
inadvertently
with my industrial
hobnail boots.
Now I kneel beside
this wilderness
to brush the earth
away from the sky,
where the fossils
of man and butterflies
catch my tears
too late to cry.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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