it is said that the flutter
of a butterfly wing can cause
a typhoon on the other
side of the world. i don’t
doubt it. for i have
witnessed with my own
eyes and felt the seismic
rumbling deep in my
heart, events of equal
magnitude. the changing of
the seasons, tides ebbing
swell from mere hints
of moon glow, seedlings
that burst from darkness
to light, single raindrops with
power to unsettle still
stagnant pools, whispers
that tune the ear to
higher frequencies, a kiss
on the forehead that
tingles the toes, breath
infused life, unremarkably
constant, until in an instant
its final exhale. There may well
be butterflies on some
distant shore shifting the
breeze into torrential
fury, but my own undoing
happens in the flutter
of an eyelash.

kat – this 3rd of july 2015