A Sacred Migration – a poem by Mark Tulin

A Sacred Migration

They arrived from a larvae dimension,
blew past me in a magical blur,
whirling in steadfast discipline,
a zillion yellow, black, and white
migrating butterflies
fluttering in syncopated rhythms.
A series of rapid wing movements
while everything else stood still.

As the Monarchs migrated south,
nothing got in their way.
Not the tall buildings or the oak trees,
or even the dark mysteries crossing the sea.
They were on a sacred mission
to find a warmer place to reside,
to ease their population flow,
and to see the holiest of holy in Mexico.

 

Mark Tulin is a former family therapist from California.  He has a poetry chapbook, Magical Yogis, and two upcoming books, The Asthmatic Kid, and a poetry collection, Awkward Grace. He has appeared in Fiction on the Web, Free Verse Revolution, Leaves of Ink, among anthologies and podcasts. His website is Crow On The Wire.

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Sarah

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