Butterfly Pose

Butterfly Pose

After the fires
I feared
I'd never see
another monarch

all winter I sat
on the floor
in my house
each night

legs spread
a little farther
every time
the pain burning

in my groin
I welcomed
as a reminder
if I could

just touch my knees
to the floor then
maybe the butterflies
would come back it looks

so easy when they
do it black tips
tapping then stretched
flat on either side of their

bodies like the horizon
somewhere in the
blackened forest
a clutch of tiny

red eggs must
remain come back
to my garden
little flames