Heaven-Kissed

 

“I need to know that I have choices,”

Said I.

At the word “choices,” an orange flutter.

Butterfly brushes wrist

And disappears.

How do I choose to see you, butterfly?

How do you choose to land on my wrist?

What have you come to teach me?

That I, like you, may land where I will,

Choose my response,

And fly?