Chasing My Butterflies

By Rose Cherayil

i lose my mind sometimes…it goes wandering to places previously unknown
and unexplored
It runs off and tumbles down the hills of my mind
And i go chasing after it, tripping, stumbling, and ultimately falling hard
It teases me…with its high-pitched tinkling laugh
Yonder and yonder shall we go…it exclaims
Right as i’m about to catch it, it grows wings, like that of the blue morpho and
monarch butterflies
i could go chasing after and observing in my innocence,
and i watch as it soars into a dark blue
clear sky
i sit there under that painted night sky…helpless as i await its return
i lie there counting the millions of stars one by one
At this point, my mind has returned, yet i have succumbed to it
My thoughts and questions and ideas, traveling a trillion light-years in a
second,
i think of how expansive this universe is and how small and perhaps
insignificant i am in comparison
It frightens me and yet it also exhilarates me with the infinite number of
possibilities that lie beyond that sky
My mind finally becomes one with me and i wake up…from what feels like a
dream