I watched a monarch butterfly taking lessons.
On wings of silk doing its kite impressions.
It was as if a leaf took flight.
Darting once left then right.
Until it was no longer in sight.
It could have stayed as one of my flowers.
That would have amused me for hours.
But someone put it in its head.
To fly to mexico instead.
I picture it in the full moon light.
Silhouetted against the night.
On its very untethered mission.
To defy the laws of man's decisions.
To build walls to stop the common mind.
On journeys to see what we might find.
Without a mental judicial stop.
From Canada to Mexico is just a hop.