time butterflies

time's passage
has been all expenses paid,
one way, express
today.

This morning I was
all fuzzy bud caterpillars,
who I washed down with coffee
into cocoons

Which molted about
before you showed up,
for the butterflies.

By long about noon,
they were flying so high,
with me outside, it was

fluttering nuts, and with you
along for the ride, both of us
very glad that my stomach
was strong, and time flew

like butter,
daylong

until at some point,
I realized I was calm.