The fat of life

 I woke cold
Morning sing to me
Hitting the notes of late dawn
I was that infant again motionless
Seeing out of my bright newborn eyes
Felt the sensation of a determined smile
Spreading across the equator of my chubby face

Matin poking in
Lifted my heavy eyelids
Curtain not pulled across window
What's this my throat makes a gurgle
A weird automatic chest vibrating rattle
Upward surging some form of miracle -a giggle

Light's so creamy here
My eyes adjusting to the shapes
What a dream to be alive in my tiny body
The blankets so warm against my new fresh skin
Existence feels like constant excitement sugar and silk
One question consumes me, where is my milk?

Last flight of the Caligo Beltrão

 Summer waves through drizzle
Last week until the solstice fizzles
Soon it will be a tight farewell
On the edge of this sweet season

Giant butterfly two gorgeous flags
Floating all day to lay all it's eggs
Now it flaps in majestic strokes
last bar of energy before it croaks

It flies then abruptly flops
Lifts itself in tiny air chops
Overcast sky holding sun so bligh
Last night's rain lingers air won't dry

This butterfly's motion like i've never seen
A swimmer's strokes in form and energy
It knocks leaves as it flutters clumsily
In awkward airborn ballet

Abnormal color moves as it plays
Surrounding the God's eye design
Wings extending to the size of a birds'
In elegant slow motion perfectly absurd