The butterfly's loping flight.....Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver

The butterfly’s loping flight

Carries it through the country of the leaves

Delicately, and well enough to get it

Where it wants to go, wherever that is, stopping

Here and there to fuzzle the damp throats of flowers 

and the black mud; up and down it swings, frenzied and aimless, 

and sometimes

For long delicious moments 

it is perfectly lazy, 

riding motionless in the breeze 

on the soft stalk of some ordinary flower.