Under the Eucalyptus
We sat under the eucalyptus tree as wildfires savaged to the south.
the monarchs circled the big fires she whispers & squeezes my hand.
we were huddling with strangers awaiting a new baby & butterflies.
we drove all night around the fires to wait under this eucalyptus tree.
and can’t explain why we huddle here under this eucalyptus tree.
why all these cocooning lies? a few monarchs cling in a fist of legs.
to the black bones under the moon and I hyperventilate in grief.
at sunrise one monarch lingered preened in relief on her red hair.
oblivious to my obvious despair it signaled something with wings.
under her coat I touch her belly my fingers singing to our baby.
the monarch floated up into light and I cringe: I know she knows.