On the Trail of Inherited Memories*: Head Bumps and the Monarch Butterfly. Another 420 Character, 9-Liner

I ice my head bump and watch the Thistle Bush

full of roosting Monarchs enroute to that 23-acre spot in Mexico,

a 3,200 mile, 3-generation trip.

They’re like those savants who get whacked in the head

and suddenly can play the piano, do math, paint landscapes-

skills buried in ancestral DNA?

I move the ice pack and wince,

but I’m cheered at the prospect of becoming a skilled watercolorist mayhap,

or another Pablo Casals.

Patty 8/23/12