I had not seen butterflies mate. Until this morning
when I sat on my balcony to have my first cup of coffee. I saw one butterfly
flutter it wings and soon another one landed next to her (I assumed it was her,
initiating the nuptial dance.)
So I watched.
Given the diametrically opposed posture, I wondered if
they would recognize each other after all was over. Would she have noticed the
scar on his forehead? Would he remember her smile?
But perhaps butterflies do not worry about such
things.
… Of course, this made me think of some photos I had
taken.
Ferrara, Italy. I am quite certain butterflies would
not recognize this posture…
Baltimore, Maryland. Nor this one, for sure
Lake Anna, Virginia. My favorite relaxed mood of my
dogs next to the lake.
Somewhere in Arizona. How would one explain this to
butterflies?
And then, I thought of a photo I took while kayaking
on the Chesapeake Bay. From the minuscule butterflies to the enormous war
ships.
And I recalled lines from Rumi:
“It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
June 21, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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