Conundrum

 

Jane:  “Lizzie, are you alright?”

Elizabeth: “How does one know?”

           --- from Pride & Prejudice

 

A breeze is blowing here atop the hill, but

I must watch the direction

the branches bend, and the

angle that the leaves fall to

discern the wind’s course

 

because my skin

is such a poor compass

 

and the erratic flight

of butterflies is a contradiction

even on a still day.

 

--rLp--