Nothing Was Difficult, Was It Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

when we were

making love out of butterflies
cutting the sky paper into the kites
that perfectly shaped the circle of each flight

introduced to our friends to walkers in the fields
gave them hats and shoes to walk another line

pushing the horizons a little bit further
just because you said 'it's fine
it's much better this way' and we laughed

open handed laughs for open minded hearts
summoned under the eaves of that night
we grew like truths mirrored by its lie

nothing was difficult, was it