Sometimes we stand so close to something, that we get caught in a net of details.

We see so clearly, the fine lines and boxes, feel comforted and confined all at the same time.

In these moments, we know our place, imagine our limits, feel a pulse just below the shoulder blade.

Take a step back, until the lines between “Why?” and “Why Not?” Between “What?” and “What If?” smudge and smear and blur together.

We step back, until smudges of color become leaves, and leaves become butterflies.

We step back, until the picture comes into focus and becomes clear.

We step back, until the pulse becomes a panic and our wings come in and we step off of the edge, and there is no more solid ground beneath us.

We step back and we follow the Monarchs into actualization, and into the setting sun.