pfffzzt!

Suspicious of all 

the voices in the world 

like buttons of bright yellow 

flowers that attract me

like moths to the flame. 

And what happens to a moth 

when it gets too close to the flame

 ~ pfffzzt! ~- 

and it’s gone 

like my intention 

to keep my feet on the ground. 

Listening to the birds

feeling sun and wind

hearing the laughter of children

is magic to my soul ~

those bright yellow suspicions 

become beautiful little flowers 

while I feel like a beautiful butterfly.

“Suspicion is very often a useless pain.”

~ Samuel Johnson, writer

(1709 - 1784)