The Butterfly

A butterfly landed at my side one day;
Confident and resolute -
As if to say 'I'm here'.
No breeze could move that butterfly -
Even if it wanted to.
I looked at it for a short while:
Wings symmetrically speckled,
The brightest orange I ever saw.
Still, it did not move.
Tentatively, I offered a finger.
Quickly, the butterfly accepted -
Spindly little legs like 
whiskers on my skin.
Oh, the ephemeral joy!
Soon losing interest,
I urged the butterfly to go.
But no matter what I did,
She would not fly away.
This was the most
Ethereal thing I had ever seen.
After a while,
Once the silence became too loud,
The butterfly took off,
Circling me once
Before saying goodbye.
I learned so much that day.
But most of all,
I learned to stop pushing people away.