Once
I literally held the magic
of dragonflies
on my fingertips.
Hovering,
they appeared
anywhere I was –
congested parking lots,
strolls in the park,
drives to complete errands.
For two years
my spirit animal
seemed to abandon me.
For two years
hope and happiness
abandoned me.
There is a cultural belief
that this creature represents
one making a conscious effort
to express wishes and dreams.
At the present time
I pursue serenity,
struggle to hold my head
above turbulent waters,
sleep well more often than not.
Moreover
a dragonfly has
made an appearance
seemingly out of nowhere.
Another drifts by the window
daily as I work.
And a blue one flickered past
yesterday as I departed my car.
-upcoming publication Highland Park Poetry Daily Poem 2023
Renee Butner 