If one was to assume that
The power of one’s name
Issues from the design of
One’s stake in the game.
Then the lofty and lowly
Reveal their connate status
The courage of our passing
Spins our world on its axis.
The contract of truth
Between predator and prey
Demands fidelity
To its ancient ballet.
Within the multitude
Members find asylum
Subject to appetites
Of a higher phylum.
Dragonfly perched on
My rod with grace
Awaiting your mate
And a tandem embrace.
Damselflies and mayflies
And deerflies you may stalk
All fall victim to the
deadly mosquito hawk.
Your archaic form
Both robust and slim
Survives today
By nature’s whim.
On a hot August day
Your attentions directed
By a feast on the wing
Satisfaction expected.
Did you even notice
The shadow on the wave?
Can you possibly know
The currents you brave?
Live fully today
You’ll be gone next month
Your part in the fray
A mere zillionth.
