“I am the last butterfly.” -Walt Page
I have been an exhausted, trembling light
that does the moon no justice, or the night,
but sometimes something shimmers. Then, I write:
capturing stardust, stamping into typeface,
and spelling out my sadnesses, and loves.
Someday when I am done, enfold me in
the sun, enfold me into the soul of
everything I loved, and everyone, gods
and all, who glow inside the lives of all
who ever lived. It’s all I have to give.
About the Poet
Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound. She believes in densely packed poems, preferring them to be mouthful when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves waterside living.