The Dragonfly Darts Above

DragonflyThe dragonfly darts above
As the rippling stream flows
Though the waters are cool
Somehow they warm
Washing away the dirt and filth
Replacing blood and plasma
With itself
Replacing all it touches
With obstinate joy
Questionable joy
For it is touched with a
Shivering sensible fear
That the stream will crash it
Against a chunk of rock
So there is struggle
Against what seems good
Against what seems
Does the dragonfly know
It is free, yet it is trapped
Attached to the water
Just as a bird’s wing feather
Free from the bird
But floating on air
Or floating on the water
Feeling the push and pull
Thinking it is ecstasy
Where it is control
And it is still not free
Being taken rather than going

The dragonfly offers no rescue
Nor does the shore
Nor do the rocks
Offering their constant
Threat of painful freedom
To save from this terrible delight

I do not want to be
A dragonfly
I do not want to be
A feather
I do not want to be
A stream
But I am

With water below it is
Above, watching waiting?
a bird’s wing feather
riding the swells
feeling the push and pull
knowing this ecstasy cannot
long last.

Will the dragonfly rescue me
Save me from this terrible delight
will the shore come close
That I might scrabble hold
Then lie on the beach

It is the dragonfly I am watching
As I break free not with violence
But with ragged tenderness
Somehow the stream still within

The Dragonfly Darts Above

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