The Great Journey
Black and orange and white
the small wings flutter high above the earth
Monarchs headed to the highlands of Mexico
Onward they travel
generation after generation
fall after fall
A three thousand mile migration
seeking fir forests
sanctuary from winter
Far to the South
trekking over roads and rivers,
carrying babies, pushing wheelchairs
young and old, women and men
On the road to a better life
headed North two thousand miles
also seeking sanctuary
Onward they travel
through sickness and despair
to the highlands of Mexico
I imagine a butterfly landing on the shoulder of a resting child
paths crossing for one moment
and then the respective caravans continue on
(written in autumn 2018)
Natural Musings 