Dragonflies and Damselflies
I’ve seen them many times before
just outside my back porch door,
dancing ‘round from high to low
‘round and ‘round and “Doe-See-Doe.”
On glittering, gossamer, ghost like wings
flickering like hummingbirds in the spring,
yet smaller still to stalk their prey
of beasty bugs far less than they.
From water born, transformed larvae
shedding, molting 'til set free,
into the world of earth, sky, winds
where nature abounds for all of them…
Dragonflies and damselflies
all-seeing through their moon sized eyes,
peripherally and all around
for what they seek, from sky to ground.
But never had I had the chance
to watch a hundred of them dance,
together like children come what may
around scented flowers yesterday.
A swarm of these I had never seen
like something from an “Alice in Wonderland” dream,
materialized to entertain
and wash away all anguish, pain.
Dipping, zipping, unremitting, like electrons flow
then hovering ‘round like a magic show,
with others landing on wildflowers and lilac leaves,
until wisping off again into the beauteous breeze.
Dissolving into clear, thin air
as if any thought at all was ever there, leaving me
holding them intriguingly revered
for as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared.
Copyright ©
Terrell Martin
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