The Coast around L’Houmeau to Les Pierriéres Field: Monday 21 August 2017
“The place is alive with butterflies.”
The Reluctant Butterfly
Living jewels dancing in the morning sun
Looking for love
An extension of themselves
Open up your wings
Claim your energies
Lively up a scene blanched with broken shells
Embroider life on dust,
where man made none.
Oblivious to all your nature brings
More precious felt within
Allowed to bear witness
You kissed us on the shin,
on the thigh, and on the cheek
Blushed aside by embarrassment,
Inwardly, a cry
Tarred with a little shame
as we recoiled at your stroke
You seemed a little hurt and rolled your wings like in a wilt
as I glanced away,
unfurled your flame and flew away.
Leaving me amongst the shells that stealthily assume
a life I hadn’t seen
behind the veil I’d placed between
Themselves performing their merry dance.
Texturing the scene the light danced up
Within its heart
The orphan child
11:30. E’Leclerc. A guy who has quite clearly had quite a serious stroke going out of his way to communicate with me, which he did – which we did. A beautiful moment of humanity shared.
You see – we can do it 😃
“Feels like we’ve changed climate, doesn’t it?”
16:00. Break. “Yipes!” Brushes grassho… no, cri… , no, er… praying mantis! Standing there, proud as punch – maybe shook out of its exoskeleton by this blundering giant that had just destroyed its slumber.
I was a bit taken aback, too 😱
“Well, stop looking like a blade of grass if you don’t wanna get run over!”
“And you eat men.”
Unless it was a man.
We were both on shaky ground.