butterfly

sitting alone on a hillside,
blades of grass itched my knees,
and a white butterfly passed me by;
fluttering, unknowing.
and i reached my hand out gently.
it landed on the tip of my finger;
fearless, unwavering.
and i asked it a question in my head -
"do you know you're alive?
"do you know you're sentient, do you know you exist?"
and it looked at me,
black beady eyes;
staring, thinking.
and it left as soon as it came,
questions unanswered,
and i sit alone on the hillside once again.

12/14/22
- ch.rlie