JAMES GERING

Butterfly

Wide bay windows
one looking over
a rolling meadow.

I dreamily visit
the creatures there.

A butterfly shows me
intricate moves
and I practise her loops
and feints

before flitting home
in disarray.

One window pane
has me gazing inwards.

Think Escher print –
wonder, wander
black on white

stair on air –
flights rise to mirrored
platforms.

They let me see better
and watch out.