The butterfly is busy
doing its appointed thing,
sipping nectar from the blooms
on the butterfly bush,
natural order underscored.
But what of the maverick-
the butterfly who dares to try
the wildness of the fireweed?
The gourmet who flirts with a flavor
as unlikely and delicious
as pepper in chocolate?
The young engineer
who turns the world upside-down
in a California garage?
Where does dreaming fit
in the blueprint for the universe?
On the edge perhaps, just off the page?
Or underlying everything,
written with invisible ink.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem