A Wild Joy

Maybe I look half-crazed,

kneeling down, waiting

amid the greenery

and dandelions, swaying

as I try to focus…just

a little closer, without

alarming these airy, little

creatures who finally

seem to pose, appease

the mad woman

in the leaves; I wait

as they dance and alight,

swirl together and land,

brushing my hand

in a surrendered trust,

and I feel such a rush 

of unencumbered joy,

as if I am waiting 

in the cool of evening,

just me and these

butterflies, suspended

in this sumptuous 

glimpse of Eden.

—C.L. Fisher, July 2021

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