Butterfly

In my mind

an idea

no lines, or parameters

just liquid

running through my fingers

trap it quick!

now it is a butterfly

it tickles my palms

i smile

but i can't grasp it or

i'll crush it

i have to let it hover there a while

let it flirt

now i can see parts of it

it begins to crystalize

here is the wing tip

there are the eyes

i let it speak to me

with no expectation

expectation is a bureaucrat

forcing things into boxes

i don't make ideas

i discover them

and treat them

like precious things

- A Millar