dragonflypeople

Played upon the light-flung slopes,

like fingers cascading; trickling sunlight as water across cobblestones.

People dancing upon the heights - golden and dragonflies

blessed wingbeats caress the cheek of the moon and

you see yourself reflected in the many-hued columns

of what you know you’ll find, inside.

The Secret protects itself. What a captivating truth,

Expressed on a breeze, laid upon the threaded clouds.

You know it can’t be caught

You know it can only be lived

3/21/2022