Unannounced

Find the lover
at the edge of my bed,
find him,

with whiskers

near his smile

and breath
that flutters
with the bandy
of laughter

and I might clap my hands
with joy to discover I am not
alone in these sheets.

Not long ago
I was closing my eyes
peacefully in prayer
imagining the end
of all days

and yet,
today of all days,
I am reminded
by the yellow wings
of a torn butterfly
and ten others by her side

that to fly
never again
is a very long time.

Blessings often arrive
unannounced.