June gives way to July
and in this almost missed transition
of one half year to another,
I’m drawn into the intoxication of alliteration
and the perfection of symbology
coming together in a new direction.

I’m chasing a butterfly again. 
God called my attention to its youthful flight
through the gift of an extra day.
Once more to think about
my life in present tense
and what remains in tomorrow.

The pure creature will land
in the crossroads of divine trust and patience, 
buried there will be the joy reserved for me.
Whether that will be home or another hard fall,
As the now the unshackled prisoner, I’ll run
in this new direction,
chasing a butterfly,
chasing serenity,
chasing July.