I dizzy, tracking the dragonfly. It
hedge to grass to table, a green metallic
with glints of blue abandon. I know your
hunter, you tarragon glimmer-bit: River
The honeybee lights on the rim of my ice tea
hairy, vibrant, drawn by sweet herbal
his every enzyme primed for nectar
like young loins, buzzing in frustration.
I didn’t even know you were there, mosquito.
Your saliva numbs the injection, rebuffs the
Fine, graze in the brush of my forearm, get
before I slap you silly and leave you to the
locks her hip
in hyena jaws
to the blue pool floor.
Boys and girls
her hair fans out
in chlorine dull
left this morning
by the Japanese holly,
he cradles the
smack in his face.
Two red bikes
against the rail
of the warm brown porch.
No wonder your beak splits in perpetual grin
And you chatter in childlike delirium--
So much is justified by your flashing fins--
Sinuous torpedo of the world’s aquarium!
Some say you somersault over the tide
To locate fish under petrels flight,
Or to call your brothers to your side,
Or simply to dislodge sea parasites.
But what reason is required besides joy?
For joy you sprint cross the boat’s rough
Romp in seaweed, scrap like Spartan boys;
Make love belly to belly, till your belly
Acrobat at birth, kissing cousin of whales!
Graceful, thriving genetic mutation,
Aboriginal surfer of tumbling swells.
Peerless upshot of adaptation!
I hold you in special esteem, sweet friend,
You’ll never trade your schoolyard pranks
For noble truths; never confess to somber men
Imagined sins, or whisper Ich habe angst.
Unfallen mammal in a field of foam
Nature's exemplar of savoir-faire;
No exile, you, but ever at home
In the ungated garden of sea and air.