Casually I’m looking at the pond,
a storytelling pond with ducks
and meanderers, my thoughts dart
like fish. There\'s a butterfly
with its long delicate wings
making its poor aquatic attempts.
A laugh escapes me—it feels
so small, but its struggle
tugs on the day. The breeze
tries its best to help but fails.
My hand dips into the water
and everything seems to pause.
This one moment of contact
with fragility reminds me that
there\'s a universe in pursuing
each seemingly inconsequential rescue.