a butterfly in...

...one's palm.

when trying to hold it, if you're not quick enough, it will fly away. if you succeed, you will stifle it. you don't have much of a choice. you have to leave your palm wide open. it may fly away. but if your palm is steady, it might just come back...and stay.

such a delicate, yet tensed circumstance.

the smile that its beauty carves...
the quiet sense of achievement...
the validation of life, spirit and wonderment...

all, in the simple gesture of; for a brief moment, having...
...a butterfly in your palm.

one must be prepared to be resigned to that stationary state. one's palm must be steady long enough for it to want to stay. and, all you want, is just that. for it, to stay. the intermingling of senses and emotions with which its presence creates, is enough.

but the butterly doesn't know that...it senses; movement, vibrations...discomfort and insecurity. and thus, it fleets away. one must be prepared for this, as well. whose palm it will land on next and stay? it shouldn't matter. the butterfly will land on an opened and steady palm.

perhaps, what one does not expect to be prepared for is, to close one's palm on a landing or even landed, butterfly. it's a delicate yet tensed circumstance.

...is that butterly landing?