Rings sent out from the center of a struggle,
extending out as far as me, as I in kayak,
curious, paddle closer by. ‘A minnow?’ I
think. Odd it would flip and flop like that. I
lean to see an arrow-shape with watery wings—
a dragonfly, soaked through the skeleton, fighting
against this river. I feel for the thing
and urge a paddle under the floundering
form, trying to save it with my wood.
Dry for a moment, the Dragonfly suddenly slides.
and (perhaps irrationally), I begin to cry.
But the Dragonfly turns black eyes
to me. I can almost hear it say, “It’s okay. It is what it is.
Paddle away now, and leave me to my ripples.”
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt
July 17, 2004
Draft 5 or 6
Blogger messed with my format. This is really a pseudo-Sonnet.