Thirteen Times the Dragonfly

I. The dragonfly drops. Sunshine glimmers on its diamond wings. II. Unlike the black cricket, sweet muse of the night,  no dragonfly sings. III. The dragonfly skips on crystalline, still water deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings. IV. A monk would say:  Dragonflys are what they are  one should not compare them to things.” V. Let your eye become the dragonfly’s glassy eye. Gain sight that is shiny and reflecting. VI. I fly low with the dragonfly  above a sunflower meadow. Small children are laughing. VII. A dragonfly skates perfect circle eights around the star that appears first every evening VIII. The dragonfly tiptoes across   a golden rose. Young lovers are seen wedding. IX. The dragonfly waltzes with the rain  in an ocean blue sky that shines after the thunder and lightning. X. The wind suddenly shifts-- the dragonfly is cast into summer.  Moments are franticly fleeting. XI. On a clear moonlit night the dragonfly did not fly. The world continued dreaming. XII. In the spring, the dragonfly  will rise above burnt ashes  to reclaim heights worthy of soaring.  XIII. Chasing the dragonfly uniquely unveils the masterful mystery,   of what it means to be living. Tiffany Ragsdale-2009