Friday, August 16, 2013

The butterfly's loping flight

The butterfly's loping flight
carries it through the country of leaves
delicately, and well enough to get it
where it wants to go, wherever that is, stopping 
here and there to fuzzle the damp throats of flowers and the black mud; up 
and down it swings, frenzied and aimless; and sometimes

for long delicious moments it is perfectly lazy, riding motionless in the breeze on the soft stalk 
of some ordinary flower. 

For years and years I struggled 
just to love my life. And then

the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. "Don't love your life
too much," it said,

and vanished into the world. 

excerpted from
One or Two Things
by Mary Oliver

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