Monarchs
Thousands of kings soar through skies–
orange and black flocks
riding winds between California and Mexico.
They weather storms, birds, and oceans.
But touch their royal velvet cloaks,
steal their fairy dust,
and their strength of flight weakens.
The nomads leave every year,
but always return home.
Their name crowns them–
the royals of the trees
bring orange to a town without seasons,
coloring leaves which refuse to fall.
.
You always wonder–
could the fluttering about your head
be the one you released for her
at the end of her life?
Anything can hurt a butterfly:
people, nature, life.
Humans injure,
but we’re pliable.
Bones heal, muscles rest,
Until they can’t.
Butterflies soar above
to escape the pressures on earth.
People wait on the ground
until it’s time to depart.
Now she soars,
joining the monarchs,
joining her monarch,
free.