Butterflies
They say
butterflies are rarer
these days.
That a whole summer can pass
without a single one.
And to feel one rest upon you?
Almost impossible
So tell me this:
why do butterflies
always stir in me
whenever I see you?
And how is it that holding you,
keeping you quiet and safe
inside my heart
became the simplest,
most effortless
thing I do?