So noiselessly he came,
this blue-black swallowtail, to sip
lantana on my deck, his stillness
echoing for me the tender silence
of eternity amidst the noise of inner
fears, against the din of ugly tweets,
of cries to build a wall, to slam our doors
against the tide of people orphaned
from their homes, their loved ones, tossed
into the chaos of a coarse and raucous world.
His soundless beauty whispers me
a blue-black grace that flutters silent
in the anxious corners of my mind;
his quiet presence reassures;
grace wings its way into our lives,
at times so unexpectedly.