a butterfly hangs
   upside down,

but it seems upside down
   is as meaningless an
       an abstraction for it
 as the two million km/h
    that a human sweeps, 
       spins, expands, etc.
            through space
    is for the person who
        feels only the couch
             against his backside.

what must it be to not know
     upside down -- to feel free
         to fall, knowing the air
              will catch one?