A dragonfly reclines
on mercenary shrub bush,
flare of sunlight hitting
aquamarine wings.
The lake is a
sliver of serpentine,
as healthy as the Aegean.
For the moment we
are no longer miniscule.
We investigate a handful
of marvelous.
Thread of birdsong
unite us in question.
A rooster-tail of hope
sprays drizzle
on my keen heart.

Sara Fielder © July 2018