I dedicate this poem to Daniel on the occasion of his 35th birthday.
The Butterfly Jar
by Jeffrey Moss
We had a jar with a butterfly.
We opened the lid and it flew to the sky.
And there are things inside my head
Waiting to be thought or said;
Dreams and jokes and wonderings are
Locked inside, like a butterfly jar.
But then, when you are here with me,
I can open the lid and set them free.
The world can be a lonely place sometimes, especially if you find yourself a stranger in a strange land. May you all be blessed with the good fortune of having someone in your life with whom you can open the butterfly jar.
[Photo credit: Chuckumentary]