Accept All Happiness
The mind judges and holds back. - Ram Dass
There was the trip to the farm, the heat of the day, the thrill of the climb and the sprinkle of rain...
There was the huge dragonfly that fell from the sky...
and carried home by my boy. There was the memory of watching them dart above the treetops below the window of my NYC flat.
There was the hope it would recover and fly away...
followed by the realization that it would not.
Its wings bowed in surrender. Its legs curled inward like a prayer. The sky in its eyes and the grass in its veins returned to its source. Its form as dark as the night before it fell.
by Louise Bogan
You are made of almost nothing
But of enough
To be great eyes
And diaphanous double vans;
To be ceaseless movement,
Link between water and air,
Earth repels you.
Light touches you only to shift into iridescence
Upon your body and wings.
You split into the heat.
Swift beyond calculation or capture
You dart into the shadow
Which consumes you.
You rocket into the day.
But at last, when the wind flattens the grasses,
For you, the design and purpose stop.
And you fall
With the other husks of summer.