Gravity Kills Butterfly Minds

At most
you are a little girl in a yellow dress
six years old and the
centre of the universe.
You know everything.

At best
you are so young you flutter away
wide-eyed and enthralled,
gargling with an astonishment
no one else could understand.

At worst
you are middle-aged and middle-minded
lost to the world
in a grey business suit
that I will never wear.