from my little nook
in the pale shadows
of recalcitrant time
hawk-eyed i shall sit and watch
see you fall and rise
and be a silent witness again
to life being the sly master
in whose reticence we sink
as its lessons pass us by

Coy, little butterfly
with the fragile wing
teach me your Secret.

So that one day
when I have
grace enough to fly

and Wonder
wraps me in gentle
breezes

I will float Free.