dragonflies.
not by accident - but by Sovereignty.
i held love in my eyes when i saw that dragonfly.
and that dragonfly made me love the species.
because it told me a story of their lives.
their symbolic presence is too often overlooked.
they start as larvae living ponds as water bugs,
until they reach a stage when they climb up a stem
and attach themselves to a leaf, crawl out of their shell
and spread their beautifully colored wings are veer
off into distant lands orchestrating their own
dances on top of the cool breezes.
amazingly, they fly above the same water they once lived
not allowing themselves to touch that pond again.
they can no longer make a connection or have relations
with their former living space.
it becomes a space that should not and cannot be revisited.
and i find that to be admirable and symbolic and synonymous
to the life that i live. to the life that you live. to the lives that we live.
thank God for rebirth and reflection.
