Image: Barbara Ryther
The Butterfly
Appearing
Vanishing
Barely pausing
Now glowing gold in sunlight
Now disappearing among the grasses
Buffeted by wind
Or perhaps riding it
Diving on currents
Touching wildflowers
A moment of stillness
Then flitting on
Choreography
More Twyla Tharp
Than Balanchine
More exuberance
Than discipline
More journey
Than destination
Long after I finally lost sight of it
I felt the urge to dance
Barbara Ryther