Féileacán (Butterfly) slip jig

Butterfly

"Work," they say.
Work hard at hard work,
work harder, work smarter. Learn:
learn to work, work at learning, but
you along the way will learn as well,
that learning has no end . . .

this I've lived, but like the months
of ice and snow (that bring
the hundred coldest days, the 144,000
coldest minutes every ancient year)
do not prevent the one minute
of most years, of me noticing
the inadvertent whimsical cameo
of some silent, fragile butterfly,
my yearly 144,000 minutes of drudgery
and learning, routine or intense,
don't so far seem to circumscribe
some magical sense of silent meaning
as it flits its minute random minute
across my inner summer fields.

And my haphazard life and all its years -
across what sunny fields do they fly,
and in what summer, on what Earth?

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Féileacán
• (Butterfly)
• slip
• jig
• piano
• nova
• scotia