I witnessed (awestruck)
thousands upon thousands
of tiny butterflies
migrating across the sea
into shore today
Their whitish-yellow wings
fluttered wildly for hours
in a relentless wind
driving them onward
Surrendered
to the winds of change
letting go
and being taken
to wherever
they must go next
to whatever
they must do next
Butterflies aloft
in a treacherous journey
across the sea
with no choice
Compelled
by the forces of nature
the call
of animal instincts
the chemistry
of bodily secretions
Do they hope?
Do they wish?
Do they pray?
Please, help me make it to shore