Unravelling the mystery of our frail existence
The erasure of one self
and the creation of another,
A spectral glimpse of something
not yet quite a scene,
A yearning for the commonplace
to bloom into the sublime,
As the caterpillar
to the beautiful butterfly.
Freely flitting in a field of yellow
in absence of all we are bound by.
Shapes assembling – then dissolving
into visions of roads
we’ve yet to travel.
What cannot be seen
Will eventually define us,
And we will be pleased
Unravelling the mystery of our frail existence.
© 2012 DiAnne Ebejer
(also written as “The Butterfly Effect” for Plum Tree Books Butterfly Effect Project)