Yesterday, I wrote –
In response to a job advertisement,
My greatest strength. How boring.
Clear tactical thinking
In situations that can be stressful – and demand
I looked at that sentence awhile.
Did I mean a comma? Let me go crazy
With the punctuation.
I went outside and a blue butterfly flew
Out of a tuft of grass.
It was a common blue.
Celestial blue on the inside,
And on the outside –
Pale – almost brown. I thought,
That is my greatest strength,
if you can call it that.
This scarcity of colour,
Like lapis lazuli –
To keep the light from bleeding out.
A tactical decision;
To strike beautifully, when I can.
Carbonized in a swirl of comets,
Crushed, so as to form
A body known to those who watch
The night sky closely – my arc,
My clear descent.