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[JGmusic512]

I enjoyed this contemplation of curiosity itself. It is not always easy to find beauty in the little things but you seem to have no problem doing this. I don't know if I would classify this as a poem unless you intend to restructure the ideas/images into a more rhythmic structure, though I definitely feel the topic is worthy of working it into a poem because it is very imaginative and whimsical. My favorite line was easily "Just another question to add to the writing mass of string I'd later unwittingly lose an eternity of sleep trying to unravel."

This story reminds me of an experience I had one day eating my lunch outside on a picnic table; I was enjoying my sandwich when a beautiful monarch butterfly casually landed on my arm where she stayed for several minutes while I admired her wings and lightness. Just like you I had a moment of curiosity about her life and how far she had come to be there with me that day. She flitted off to another table as I was finishing my lunch while I marveled at the seeming connection we had just made. Sadly, not a minute later a bird swooped down on the table and gobbled her up in two shocking bites! This occurred several years ago but has stuck with me since and resurfaced after reading your poem. Both of these encounters with butterflies serve as a reminder that beauty, life, and basically everything that matters is fleeting and meaningful; I wish more people viewed the world with this kind of child-like wonder that the author shares with the young boy.

Thanks for sharing your words!