Random Leaf #1898 precisely cut

And another butterfly—

in the shade of the deep sea—

came to visit me.

It fell to the side,

gently landing on its tiny legs

upon my shoulder.

Then it flapped its wings

once more and fluttered around me,

gazing, oblivious to my gaze.

Naturally, I’m not one

to stare at such uninvited guests.

No flower bloomed nearby,

nor scent too fragrant

to draw its attention.

Except, perhaps,

the lure of a daily wage—

such as mine.

I never really loved sweetness,

but how unbecoming it is

for a stranger

to catch the curiosity

of one such as I—

Someone who captures nothing

except a childish demeanor

and wild dreams,

unfit for a collared blue.

But what would this oceanic thing

want from me,

bearing no distinguishing feature

but a grieving heart—

A heart still weeping

for a dearly beloved

who recently passed?

Do my tears,

though salty,

taste sweet

to this little visitor?

How rude and cruel

must this butterfly be

to find my sorrow satiating?

Still—

who am I to be mad

at something so fragile?

Was my grief ever meant

to be heard

or known

by anyone?

Even so,

I wish this little fellow

would whisper to me

just once—

What does my sadness taste like?

Maybe I’ll learn

something I’ve forgotten.

Maybe I’ll remember—

An oceanic soul

with a vast heart,

able to overflow

the entire world.