0023 Angel, Butterfly, Poem

Glance, as you hurry home from work, through this lighted window where a man taps at his computer he might be writing anything, no-one asked him to write this poem which he does not yet know himself it makes as much difference to the world as the wing-beat of a single butterfly deep in the heart of a distant jungle but for those few intrepid explorers of the jungles of the mind who read it with indrawn breath as beautiful as an unknown species of butterfly flaunting its vivid wings in a rare shaft of sunlight timed to their visit through the canopy of trees high above the living jungle that balances, without telling, the whole planet - earth, trees, rain, sunlight, leaf-fresh air, space; and the song of birds angel; butterfly; poem; winged in beauty thus disguised