Peace and odd clarity came watching the dragonflies at dusk
Circling amongst tiny specks of white against the green and the sunset
You talking, explaining
They swirl in perfect patterns
Shush,
The dragonflies are dancing.
This was the summer of
Mountains
Climbing
Sweating
Walking
Not running.
A sigh
A release
A whisper of wind
I hear you
Shush,
The dragonflies are dancing.