Sunday, June 23, 2013

Love and Death on a River Bank

Every year they survive
Same time, same place
The dragonflies that arrive
Weaving in the breeding space
Of nature’s uneven geometry
The fisherman’s line is cast
Out to balance the symmetry
That disturbs what cannot last
The rest is pure distilled patience
The Salmon who’ll meet his maker
In the middle, somewhere, an acquaintance
Of translucent wings meets its mater
Indivisible like one majestic hum
Their fate is final, tension has won,
He has bitten what cannot be undone
Like the river dividing a splitting Sun.