What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?
I am the butterfly
that does not draw
her journey across the sky.
I leave the flower
and allow the wind
into the conversation.
Light catches me,
another blossom appears,
the wind shifts—
And still,
I am going somewhere.
A jazz musician
would understand.
There is a key.
There is a rhythm.
There is a place
the music must return.
But between
the first note
and the last,
there is room
for something
that did not exist
until that very moment.
You ask for
the most spontaneous thing
I have ever done.
I have no single story
to give you.
I am spontaneous.
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