Under The Scrutiny Of Dragonflies....

Every day when I go to my friends house to swim there is a trio of little blue dragonflies that like to dance about my head like tiny faeries as I go about my swim/treading water routine. They really are fascinating and it seems to me that they play little games together, with me as their object of amusement. When I make any splashing noises they immediately come to inspect the source of said splashing and like to get all up in my face, retreating as quickly as they they ascended upon me. So, today I wrote down my thoughts as I water danced with the dragonflies. Here it is:

When the brightly glistening dragonflies enter my

Quiet world of softly moving water

You cannot hear a sound

It is a silent little part of the universe that we share

My lovely little gossamer-winged friends

And I

I try to carry on mad hatter conversations with them

Only to realize that it's like trying to

Understand the sound of one hand clapping

Upon their close inspection of me

I suddenly understand that it is the beauty of silence

That we share each and every day



They dazzle me with helicopter maneuvers over the surface of the pool
The gracefulness of their movements so fluid
Which leaves me wondering what they find so interesting about me

Yet I am both grateful to and in awe of these delicate little creatures
 And the enchantment they bring me on their fragile wings.....

Then of course, I decided to do a Google Search on dragonflies and was mortified to discover that they have their gills (their propellers) in their rectums. Ewww! Also, they are descendants of prehistoric Raptors. What? That's what I refer to as entirely too much information. I just wanted to hear a pretty little faerie tale, not read the damned truth! I am so not enamored with them any longer. Okay, maybe just a little...