BUTTERFLY EFFECT

This one from the milkweed growing against all odds on the edge of my driveway or one of those rescued from a predator in Polly’s patch. Remember the story that one might change the weather of the world? Maybe not the movement of its wings. Maybe just the vision: that brave orange and black animal, fragile against a leaf, blown across the sky, what it’s like to change that way, and who knows who, seeing it, will change?