Saturday, July 12, 2008

One More Time, The Dragonfly

The Dragonfly

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.
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