The yellow mercurial butterflies
are migrating in autumn regalia
flitting from scrappy creosote bush to lantana,
celibate in this stage,
with purposeful beauty,
actors and actresses
south to Mexican mountains.
Adorn the air with color.
Regarding from a distance
a queenly kingsnake with her cadmium yellow stripes
competes in the beauty contest for color perfection.
She watches warily with a wink
as she makes her way
a supernatural healer,
enemy of rattlesnake,
defender of earth,
her majesty creeps with looping spine
near the red wall.
She’s going home
to her den underneath the side porch.
I haven’t seen the little lizard lately,
who comes by regularly for blueberry treats.
Maybe Ms Kingsnake has swallowed Lizzy
in preparation for winter hibernation.
For a split second
a haphazard thought comes visiting inside my head,
a map of the absurd
Tis only my homo sapien consciousness.
Keep going, dear one.
When I’m ready
we will visit again.
Copyright © 2014 by Susan E Rowland