Walking among the cobblestones

Stable but textured

Smooth rough and everything in between

Path only speckled with wildflowers and dirt.

Greens with reds, yellows, blues, and purples.

Large and small, soft petals and leaves contrasting the greys and browns

Steps illuminated by golden rays peering through the canopy of leaves above

Veer to the left or veer to the right wilderness is stomped upon

Gliding struts sombered by gentle breezes.

Then the path takes shape full of hues.

broken glass and tiles placed together bigger than dining room table

One small section seems randomly placed

But looking from a far

Glistening with life

A butterfly takes shape

As if it were just sitting a spell

You don’t want to go further as it looks so delicate and surrealistic

So you head for the awning a few feet above

And that porch swing bored from inactivity

Now rocking back and forth you wonder

Who is flying you or the butterfly immortalized as the base of all your activities.

For every movement outside involves the support of this ever glimmering butterfly

-Jennie Nawrocki