The Realization Of Our Basic Needs... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the one that we love for
we care so deeply
we turn into sensitive worms
finding for that green leaf
not for us but for the beloved
a butterfly, striated wings,
rainbow proboscis, gentle to
the air, fluttering before us,
amazed, awed and wanting to own
completely until we find out
as we wake up from this dream
that it is a butterfly, just
a butterfly that we do not touch
that we cannot case inside our
hands, and until then when it
reaches its unknown death the
night before we dream of it.

it is gone and finally we realize
it is just a butterfly and we
cannot even use it for breakfast.