beside a river
on a sunny morning.
It's an insignificant event
and won't go down in history.
Above me a white butterfly is fluttering through the air
on wings that are its alone
and a shadow skims through my hands
that is none other, no one else's, but its own.
I'm no longer sure
that what's important
is more important than what's not."
- Wislawa Szymborska
Translated from the Polish
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