Wings for a Holy Search

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

If I were on a pilgrimage, I would

Not want a saint to walk with but instead

Would want a butterfly to be my good

Companion.  I would follow where it lead.

Its leaps to left and right, its flutters in

The fields of flowers, its carefree flittings as

A fun game played, would pulse away from sin

That I am fleeing as progressive jazz

Goes floating.  As those panic-stricken leaps

Lead on, the daisies would give guidance to

My spirit.  I would follow soul-like sweeps

While always glancing upward to the blue.

  At night a moth would take me towards my goal.

    I would not need a map to point my stroll.