Surely it is you — trapped, the butterfly.
Or perhaps not trapped at all but living
Finally with visible wings, I see
You flit across the air — an afterthought.
Surely it was you who painted this sky,
I can make out your initials in the
Corner of the canvas — you startled me,
There at the helm of the pirate ship cloud.
Leave me behind while you sail through these skies,
Only concerned with choosing the right hues.
This and all sunsets are yours forever.
Show yourself in any way, big or small,
And I will notice it, for I am still
Looking for answers, and looking for you.

Raegan Allen