Dragonfly

Who was it then?
Who told me to write this poem?

Already here when I arrived
   the dragonfly
   with a wingspan as wide as my hand
   eyes composed of a thousand facets
 a thousand questions
 a thousand answers

I imagine she is awake because
   her eyes are open
   but, she may just be dreaming me

I am dreaming she is my friend because
   we share the same stars
   we wear the same seasons
   we bare the same reasons
I am dreaming
   we both believe in joyful cooperation

The edge of the world is blazing bright
   barely able to contain us both
   vibrations of a glass bell
   green grass on the breeze
While we are here
   contemplating one another
   a dream
   dreaming another dream
   under a cloudless sky
   we have been growing
Glowing in a world without shadows
   our corners cleaned by the same wind
   imaginations digesting the same perfume
   learned to sing the same songs
     under the same conduction
     of the energy of the sky
     the same reverberations of the earth

Sooner or later the dragonfly
   with her questioning eyes
   wing-span as wide as my hand
   silently containing
   answers I cannot fathom
   as still now as the crystal afternoon
   will decide she has learned everything I could teach her
   will decide I have invaded her solitude
     her independence
     her self-sufficiency
She will forget her dream
   and my dream
   forget about me
   fly away
   be gone from my sight forever

I will never learn
   everything she could teach me
I will forever be unable to fly
    to be as self-sufficient
    independent or solitary as she
I will stay here
   singing the songs we learned together
   under the conduction of the universe
   holding your hand
   without a dragonfly
   energy of the sky
   vibrations of a glass bell
   reverberations of the earth

I will be holding your hand
   contemplating one another
   digesting the same perfume
   in a million crystal afternoons
   blazing bright
  forever

The dragonfly
   gone from my sight
   forever
   asked me not to forget
She said this moment is worth a poem

[February 2015]

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

I love the dragon fly and so beautifully expressed. I share with you my favourite the green mantis from when I was 8 years old. I enjoyed this poem

[Sebastian Falzarano]

I still do. All forms of nature enlightend me. Excepect for naked mole rats...

[Marie]

A lovely insect has much to teach us--and we can never learn it all.