Butterflies at The Beach

I wish the wind carried away a woman’s voice who is complaining about her kids.

But perhaps she is here to seek peace too.

I breathe and imagine her noises as abstract as seagulls cawing into the clouds.

I let the noise wash over me with the same fluidity as the breeze.

My shoulders drop like wings and I feel at ease.

I remember I packed my headphones and feel resolved.

Butterfly’s on the beach, around each other revolve.

2025