Poem from my New Poetry E Book—In the Middle of a Field

In the middle of a field

a Monarch butterfly sits on a clover

opening and closing its wings,

swaying the clover which hits the next one,

which hits the next one,

and so on and so on ,

till the whole field is in motion.

The center is everywhere,

they say.

Life pulses out from that.

I lift my finger and displace the air.

Are the ripples felt throughout the universe?

One verse

and if I change a syllable

the whole poem changes.

(excerpted from, Re-entering the Womb of the Goddess, an e book ,by Kamala Moore )

copyright by Kamala Moore 2007