I follow a blue butterfly

Meagan Thomas

I follow a blue butterfly

Under the hydrangea

Where I die

The cavern beneath is wet earth

In the embrace of sweet blossoms

Sunlight dapples my eyelashes

Green golden coins on my lids

Here is nowhere

I do not exist if no one can find me

I sleep for an hour

Or for a year

Or forever

Buried as I am

I am already a corpse

Pale cold flesh

A brain in a skull

Hair tangled in the mud

Or else I have no hair at all

Cadaverous I rise

To find a hidden river bank

Or a rock beneath a cliff

To be barefoot

The next of the hidden places

Never to be found