Poetry by Mackenzie Kelley
Often,
when the wheel beneath me spins
faster than I can run,
I think of the butterflies, the monarchs.
Born of earth and leaves,
stayed roots and hollow stalks,
no one could guess a destiny bound in the sky.
how limbs of silk and thread, tiny masters of physics,
would some day
take reign of winds.
Sometimes,
collapsed on the floor,
a ragdoll of tired limbs,
I think of planes that master air,
fragile wings that keep company with hawks,
how millions of snowflakes together can bend trees.
of what we could learn from butterflies
if only we admired more
than pretty wings.
Mackenzie Kelley is a Virginia-based writer with a love of nature, animals, and all things wild. When not writing, Mackenzie is hiking with her dog, baking something chocolate, or cozying up with a novel.
