Friday, October 30, 2009
3:48 am – 5:00 am
Butterfly Child – 2
Chinatsu held her gaze through a window framed by clouds that lowered
themselves all the way down to a hearth where she wondered of her friend
Did Chouko go and where, and if she did, did she fly,
and if she did fly, did she really fly a distance, any
distance of any magnitude at all to call it sufficient?
Oh, I must not worry, Chinatsu reasoned.
There was, after all, the day ahead
and she had the Time Flies to keep in mind
and the Morning Buttons to tend to
How on this earths surface did so much
mount itself onto this dear plate of hers today?
When did the Busy Bee begin beckoning
so dearly clearly eagerly for her skill
This foreseeable aptitude of word that she delights in anyway?
Well, I must write a story, Chinatsu realized.
The Coming Together as clear as the pang
of lone loneliness, this bustling anxiousness, and
why she is so scared for another, and what responsibility she did gather
Thinking the happiness of a friend depended on the depth of her suggestions?
She knew it must be penned until what she pens is conspicuous
Just then…it dawned. All this time, did she want Chouko to fly just to fit in
to the Fit of her Means, and the means to her End?
Chinatsu assumed hers was the flight pattern to be reckoned
by one, if not everyone, who could see themselves somewhere ahead,
approaching knowingly the Unknown with courage no one would Really Know.
Of course Chouko didn’t know! No one was ahead! What-kind-of-friend-am-I
entered Chinatsu’s head as she began to understand. What kind of friend?!..Just then..
The window opened. Chouko was there.