Yellow Butterfly

Yellow butterfly, touching
touching down, rise, touch, rise,
over the hot sand.

This body I inhabit longs to follow
look closely into yellow wings for shapes like
conversation with a stranger
This body, she knows
if she follows you will be fast gone
and so
she sits, she waits with longing.

Night terrors, she lays, quiet and still
asking
Divine mother, the butterfly of the mind
flying cosmos flight for certain, to touch this mind reeling
She knows - I know you are there
We call out, llame', rock me, find me,
 tell me I am all fine, just as I am.
Then the night comes to cover the mind in sweet sleep

and the dawn brings better thoughts
and yellow butterflies as bright as the clear sun.