Butterflies

Butterflies flutter

Unsettled and Immatured

Erractic and Unpredictable.

Why do you bother me from within

like storms of cloud

the aftermath of a nomad

racing through a desert?

When will you stop

these residual thoughts

of unspoken meanings

that do not connect

and does not make sense?

The spring that brought these butterflies

have left

in the wee hours of that autumn morning.

And they should have left

like all creatures do

at the end of every summer

So why have these butterflies remained?