The following is a short poem by The Trapped Butterfly’s husband while they sat outside on an unseasonably warm February afternoon that turned into evening. The sunset was beautiful orange and red. Two planets could be seen in the twilight sky. Crickets were chirping. Children were happily screaming and laughing throughout the neighborhood. A beautiful moment of peace for both of them. The smell of someone having a fire reminded them of a sacred park.
Monday Again…
I feel contempt for fellow man
lost in contrived reality.
Allowing tolerance to soothe my confused mind
to give me peace
in the madness.
Let there be Bliss.
— me
The Trapped Butterfly 