April Dance of Who

as if detached from tiny bits 

of discarded cloud

white butterflies fly by me blankly

surprised I don't know the why

and dandelions yellow golden fields 

millions of seeds gone in a puff

confused I don't know the where

and dandelions again tribal 

dancing happily leaning 

in a stray gusty breeze 

when does this begin 

when does it end

I don't know the how

of this April dance

of even happiness

of the who

and or what

I am am

not

JPPestana

April Dance of Who

4.24.2022