White butterfly

Thank you for believing in me still —
after all these give-ups
and half-days trying:
the days half-trying —
your strength flies over my weakness
my strength aspires to you;
I spot you all the time
knowing you’re spotting me.

Looking close is fine and good,
once in a while
but flight is beauty,
your waving wings
and gliding, soaring courage,
green leaves & faith your backdrop,
blue sky your home.

You never stay too long
but are always there
when I need you,
to remind me of beauty
and make all my poetry prayer.

I don’t know if the air is sweet
for you, or hard —
for me the ground is both —
but you’re still here
even though you’re there,
and I thank you.

—Terri Guillemets