i consider . . .

i consider . . .

flicking ashes from my cigarette

a spring day

gentle breeze

the short lived butterflies

of inanimatcy

dancing

creating

smiling moments

in the surreal imaginings

of a mad man

funny how long a simple ash

can stay aloft

when there is an energy

to sustain it’s flight

sort of like the dead spirited ones

who travel the night

of men

preaching again

and again

doctrines

which have no power

to sustain

falling to the ground

and soon to camouflage themselves

in a background

of sand, leaves, grass

and such

not much left of their characters

as they pass on by

not even leaving an entry noticeable

save by the wind

and me

the mad man

i consider . . .

what is the metaphor

or analogy

for be that all things

are but reflections

a Fibonacci Code perhaps

binary experiences

touching down on the ground

before me

after it has captured

my own consciousness

as that of it’s own

Leonardo of Pisa

i consider . . .

ashes and butterflies

© 13 April 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.