Off You Go, Now

What is this that flits, twirls knotted tight

in this chrysalis body of mine

coming from seemed nowhere?

Oh, …the winged butterfly

of a palest blue in numbers hundreds.

Each a showy illusion.

Off you go, now.

No care, to be seen on the river rock grasses

I need to go back 

to my cup of tea.

Notes: Being held back awhile in this school of enlightenment, 

            Kindergarten starts tomorrow.