Experience vs. Understanding

When a butterfly
lights on a frozen branch
of the shrubbery
outside my window
I must be seeing things
but then geese honk over
and I’m not so sure

Seems now
I’m at a crossroads
between one good thing
and a dark setback
yet I entertain random ideas
like the taste of nectar
whether I’d fly in formation
or set out on my own
or what it might feel like
to be frozen to a branch

I know the sensation
of observing what’s solid
unquestionably existing
explained the opposite
but I can think
of no explanation
for a monarch in winter

SENSATION in the Imaginary Garden