10.05.2006

metaphor



Underneath one of those chairs on the left is the chrysalis of a monarch butterfly. The groom found it during his honeymoon (honeymooning with the moms? lucky moms) and took its picture. It was a beautiful green, with a jeweled necklace and buttons, more beautiful than any made by—oops, didn't mean to say that.
Anyway, the happy couple toured the island by motorcycle and as part of a tour given by three experienced Island taxi drivers, one of whom gave us a piece of info we hadn't had before, i.e. that Block Island was so called because town is a block long. We learned many other interesting things to0, and found on a historical marker a possible name for the couple's first born: Precious Spring.

After a week the honeymooners left. We kept checking every day, but the butterfly still hadn't hatched out. Yesterday, though, I found the tomb empty and the newborn on the ground, trying to find purchase on a blade of grass. I let it walk on my finger and conveyed it to more solid ground (the chair) to dry its wings and fly away.
I won't belabor the point, but I think it was headed for Mexico rather than Providence.

3 comments :

Anonymous said...

C: I see that the cool weather brings out your sentimental side.

xo
DR

otra rubia said...

very sweet. now, can we get back to more pressing matters, namely ME? Did hannie and hubby bring back my lipstick?

Claudia said...

Nope. Still here, along with Zoe's scarf, Neruda's shoes and a still-unclaimed pea jacket.
No sign of hannie's camera.