The following poem Mariposas was published in the April issue of Boyne Berries. Here is the poem. Mariposa was written when I walked the Camino. It means butterflies in Spanish.
Around and over the path
are ten butterflies.
Delicate powdered wings,
blue, white and black.
They flutter towards me and away
and once nearly into my mouth.
A walking friend tells me they are souls
that choose to stay behind.
She said in the Gross-Rosen camp there were hundreds
craved into the walls of the huts.
I count the butterflies that came across my path
during the rest of that day and I lose count.