Encounters at a Mayan Riviera Resort
She saw a tiny black butterfly striped in yellow poised on the third step.
She stopped to observe its markings, smiled to honor its presence, and walked on without disturbing its flight.
On the second floor landing she saw a brown moth meditating on the wall.
She stopped to observe its stillness, sighed to respect its tranquility, and walked on without disturbing its silence.
In the lobby she met a man from Connecticut at the coffee urn.
She stopped to say “buenos dias”, chatted to share a brief moment, and walked on without disturbing his plans.
Upstairs with her coffee and keyboard
she wrote about a tiny butterfly, a brown moth and shared impressions of a moment.
Wendell Berry wrote a lovely poem, How to Be a Poet, that expresses where poets can derive their inspiration. One of his suggestions is to avoid “anything that obscures the place it is in”. I would add to that suggestion to avoid disturbing the source of your inspiration.
Photo attribution: By Tbc (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons