In this afternoon heat, a butterfly lost her way . Out of the blue, she came through the window. I wasn’t expecting to have this wildness up close. I watched in awe and wondered if, somehow, I could help. I imagined leaping up, some kind of knight but she messaged me to say she was okay. She did the butterfly dance, right up into the corners of the ceiling. My heart went out to her. She must have been scared, bewildered, trapped. I think she kept her cool, waiting for the lure of the outside wild to draw her back. I think it was the light calling her name, her butterfly colours, that gave her the escape. She soothed me more than I her and went on her way; like me, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.