…an ironic gift of the Magi

I said lets pretend to be butterflies
He was stuck with the difficult metamorphosis of the caterpillar
I said lets flap and fly
He wanted to know the right wind speed
I said lets pretend we’re raindrops
He refused to flow without a direction

Years later he figured caterpillars effortlessly turned to butterflies
And that all directions converge to one
By then I was fascinated by caterpillars and maps