‌Flying towards the light

I am in a passenger jet heading south My preference is for the dark

But now

Here I am flying toward the light

Brighter and hotter and not my natural habitat As that’s

Moon bathed in electric light.

But here I am flying toward the light. Lifted by six pairs of wings

Happy

Then we land

I take refuge flat against the luggage lockers Hurt.

Not by the flight, the light, the heat, the day But by

‘Were it not a moth but a butterfly,’ they say.

July 24, 2023