Consider the monarch.
She only lives for herself,
as flighty and elusive as she desires.
Ungoverned and unrestrained, she soars
without seeking permission to do so.
I admit, I could learn a lot from her—
like how to flee when the season has ended,
how to migrate thousands of miles away
from bitterness, how to taste like poison,
how to settle elsewhere and not look back.
Mostly though, how to be that bold,
such a fluttering, wild, brutal thing.
How to be weightless enough
to still be carried by wind,
how to be heavy enough
to not get carried away.