The Gulf of Mexico, aqua green.
The surface like rippled glass reflects the sun.
Gentle swells inform me of the tides and breeze.
What is that in the distance? A form on the surface.
A beautiful butterfly, orange, red, and black.
Gently lifted out of the gulf and resting on kayak bow.
I paddle on with this precious visitor.
It gathers its strength to fly again.
I watch it fly over the gulf, one more time.
Gentle butterfly consumed by the great gulf.
