Butterfly
“I’m so happy,”
she murmurs.
What’s more, I agree:
“I’m so happy, too.”
Laying down our nets,
we savour together
the delicate beauty
of this moment,
caught at long last.
Careful not to
crush its wings,
although we know
it will flutter away,
becoming that moment.
I find this a very cold look at happiness! Somehow, the moment is analysed to death but I admire it, Jonathan.
Love the way the poem captures the fleetingness of time. Great third line! I wonder if you need the fourth one?