by Eleanor Goldfield
I watched a train hit a butterfly.
Jetlagged and numb,
my mind sagging and dumb –
founded I found this creature,
on a gray day captivating –
airy and light
gainst the dark and hard steel,
I stole a moment to feel.
Sounds blurred and muted,
I followed this dance in a peaceful soft trance,
like being lead on a ballroom floor,
your feet barely touching,
your body succumbing
to this sway and that sway,
trusting the way your partner will take.
Inspired by this random encounter
and just as a smile spread cross my face,
a train SLICED through this space,
barreling bold like the cold hearted progress it drove.
Still on the platform, scanning the tracks,
like a lover whose eyes got a glimpse of raw passion,
I soon came to see
that all I had seen had now passed.
What a metaphor for life!
The beauty, the strife –
what a parallel to our tear
through this world we all share,
what a potent piece of this paradise lost,
so perfectly placed as I smiled once more —
and stepped on the train.