On My Shoulder
Dragonflies dance atop my black shiny car
thoughts bring a smile to my lips, another time
a dragonfly sat on my shoulder for all
to bear witness to her art of escape and flying
so high did she go, up, up and away, never
looking back to see where she had been
she wasn’t trained for this you see, it’s
natural enough for those who surrender
all fear and their stories about not being
safe is all we really want to experience in
our short lives, seemingly so very long
9” nails on a chalk board isn’t all that
painful since we no longer listen to the
music of the spheres, resonance so very
beautiful there is nothing more nor
anything less than an all consuming
focus on the eternity of time. We have
simply forgotten.
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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