We Talk of Being Butterflies

here we sit, in a symphony-
nature breathing and pulsing
around us.

and we whisper of things
that are only
between us and the wind
and maybe the butterflies
should they hear us too.

we talk of
imagining something better than the truth.
of desiring the ardent florescence of
the green and blue swallowtails.

we talk
of having that graceful lilt among the blossoms
and of turning lazy circles over what remains
of the pink lilies that coalesce
to make our garden.

we talk of being butterflies.