25 August – Butterfly dream

I’m sure, like me, you’ve had those days when you wish you could be,
someone or something else different from yourself entirely:
to fly and soar on the wind as a bird free and high,
to be your carefree dog as he sleeps by the fireside.
But I must confess to feeling more than a little surprised
by the metamorphosis-seeking Cabbage White that I spied
clinging with wings closed green to a tall vegetable stem,
as if what it perceived to be the envy of all men
was becoming a corn on the cob!
For twenty four hours it paused there quite still,
but all the wishing in the world could not fulfil
its desire to experience another’s life for a day,
so it gave up, ascended, and fluttered away.