Butterfly Wings

Ginter Garden Butterfly

I imagine that if I listen closely, I’ll be able to hear the butterfly’s wings flapping. I’m sure the sound is small, like a distant whisper, an unfinished sentence. If I could, I’d ask the rest of the world to quiet down a bit as I aim my ears at the zigzagging, colorful little beast. Unbelievable aerial acrobatics and seemingly impossible flight paths belie the delicacy of the wings.

But, of course, decades of thundering jet engines and booming Fender amplifiers have left my ears constantly buzzing with the sounds of those careless years. Still…I watch and imagine the soft rustle of the creature’s wings calming the chaos of my internal roar.