Do not catch
A butterfly
With your hands,
Especially not
A white one
Even with its
Ever so slight
Streaks of black.
You might
Damage its
Delicate wings
And it can
Never fly again.
Catch it, rather,
With a camera
Or even just
Your mind’s eye
Remembering it
Through your own
Metamorphosis
Into a living
Shining being
Clothed in white
Linen like Someone
We all know.
Mila D. Aguilar
Poet Mila D. Aguilar doesn’t have a green thumb, but loves beauty and nature. Since she learned to write for school at the age of six, she has always known only one thing: writing.
