Catching Butterflies

My life could be described quite aptly by the term: background actor

I flit through scenes, seen but not heard, as the stars of the show capture their glory with butterfly nets

They are quick and agile on their feet, ready to pounce at any moment

I am different in that I carry no net, I do not gaze wistfully or announce my passion to the world

I am silent, possessionless, but not humble enough to be loveably so

I do not try to catch the butterflies that glide past me

I watch them idly, hands by my side, and let them pass

Some might even land on me, and only then do I move, and brush them away deftly; they are not meant for me