Seven White Butterflies

Seven white butterflies
delicate in a hurry look
how they bang the pages
    of their wings as they fly

to the fields of mustard yellow
and orange and plain
gold all eternity
    is in the moment this is what

Blake said Whitman said such
wisdom in the agitated
motions of the mind seven
    dancers floating

even as worms toward
paradise see how they banter
and riot and rise
    to the trees flutter

lob their white bodies into
the invisible wind weightless
lacy willing
    to deliver themselves unto
the universe now each settles
down on a yellow thumb on a
brassy stem now
    all seven are rapidly sipping

from the golden towers who
would have thought it could be so easy?