The man, wrapped around his pole, baggage in hand, peering through optical lenses to see what he perceives as the illusive (female) butterfly. If he could/would only drop the binoculars, he would see the very thing he has been seeking. She has not been hiding at all—ever. She has always been showing herself—in plain sight, wishing to be seen and heard—in all her glory and beauty.
About the author
In the 'topside' world, I currently live in Honolulu, Hawaii and teach at Kapi'olani Community College. In the current that flows under the surface, I am a writer who also works in the mediums of photographs, collage, and masks.