our interchange cannot rest
ever-moving
with emphasis on transformation
how can one capture
that which constantly moves?
how can one name
that which abhors naming?
i cannot follow
when there is no path
so i float above
listening intently

are you a potential butterfly?
you do not make a sound

when i am tired, i sit
when i am sad, i think
and when i am loved, i grow

but do not sit, for you may become restless
do not think, for you may reflect sadness
and do not grow, for you may be loved
and when you are loved, i will not capture
i will only trust. to continue us
like wind carries pollen
with no preference
flower to flower -- and rest for winter
to be back in time, next spring