Boardwalk creaks and groans
under foot; lily pads await
their lilies while a red-winged
blackbird practices whistling.
Cat tails bend and bow
in homage as Spirit
wind parts the path
before me.

Swing awaits on higher ground.
River sparkles, holy water
to douse my troubles.
A gentle rhythm pumps
my legs; to and fro,
to and fro, to and fro,
whispering, rest now,
rest now, rest now.

Eyelids flutter when golden
glimmer under foot interrupts.
A dragonfly wing!
Gossamer thin, perfectly
formed for flight.
I sit, entranced, surrounded by
Fairy wings, scattered,
iridescent in the sun.

Do dragonflies come
here, like me, to unburden?
Discard what’s worn-out,
what’s no longer working?
Make room for new wings,
Spirit sprouts flash-
dancing in the sun,
to fly, even higher, tomorrow?