warmed in morning sun - the butterfly slowly unfolds, briefly helpless
flies no straight lines, but
still finds the flower
a swallowtail lands; crashed into by another, it doesn't flinch; ten feet away, I lean in and it flutters away
Struggling to wiggle its wings, the butterfly warms in the morning sun. Is it like sleep paralysis - that hypnopompic impulse to flee that's stymied by stuck muscles? What's a wind gust or rapidly advancing shadow like for the butterfly? Normally, such occurrences would provoke an erratic fluttering away. But now the screaming instinct to wing away can't be answered. Does the butterfly know dread, or does it just quietly await the moment it's unfrozen? cool morning - a butterfly twitches, but can't yet fly
… a butterfly lands on your hand while you’re operating a scooter.
Taken in Bangalore in the spring of 2019.