To my little butterfly

You, a butterfly with wings
that glisten against the evening sun
Me, just human amazed by the way you move
Gliding through nature,
commanding yet fragile,
directionless yet purposeful
And then the wind moves you towards me
It’s like invisible forces
pulling us to each other
Slowly, but surely you make your way to me
And then you land on my fingers,
gingerly at first, then assured
Like you belong
And I go all warm and gooey inside
because once again after so long
I understand
what it means for you to feel safe
and me to feel chosen

I tasted what was my first ‘vernissage’ on the 13th of January 2026. Six of us classmates came together, curated, printed and displayed our photographs under the theme, “Where is the Line?”. That evening, there was art to savour, albeit our own, people to meet and greet and entertain, but all the while, my eyes only wanted to find her. I couldn’t help myself or stop myself. It was only her that I wanted to see, be around, and talk to. But I know how speechless I am when I actually am around her. Act your age, AJ!

And, I wrote this little thing on what can only described as drunk on infatuation on the way back home after this beauty of an evening.