The Butterfly Effect
for Nick and his butterfly
I heard Monarch for Monach as a seal
rolled high in the curve of a wave, and marvelled
that sea-battered islands far west of Scotland
should share a name with butterflies
in another Far West.
Do they still build cocoons in the fennel on Summer Street?
The sea beats against our screen, spatters.
The drops feel wet.
Huge seal bodies loll weightless in sea-light.
Sunlight trembles through wings fragile as sunset.