A quick trip to Lake Cheston after errands offered two rewards:
1. The emergence of a dragonfly from its exuvia, a slow motion ballerina, breaking through the shell, head down, then pulling up, out, wing nubs elongating, abdomen uncurling from a long watery life, breathing tubes released.
2. A female Calico pennant riding a weedy stem in shifting wind, a Cirque du Soleil rope gymnast, swung this way and that, bending, swaying, waiting for the safety of the night.
From Joyce Sidman's children's poem Fly, Dragonfly!" these lines come to mind:
Water nymph,
you have climbed from the shallows to don
your dragon-colors.
How lucky am I to have seen the transformation!
No comments:
Post a Comment