White Daisies and Dragonflies
For Pasju
A miniture kaiju
The dragonfly is at once
Ancient, mechanical and absurd
Like her heart she thought
Flying, but hovering
Standing still, but wings flapping
Darting, dodging, drifting in the high winds
An anxious insect
Precise in flight,
Aimless in journey,
Alway running, never arriving
Waiting for the whip-snap tongue
Of something unimaginably massive
To consume her
To digest her
To return her to the earth.
A junk flower
Scentless, senseless
To the regal orchard
or a workman rose.
Like his heart he thought
Found in the ditch
Surrounded by weeds
The white daisy perseveres.
Please take my pollen dragonfly
Pollenate the world with blinding light
She loves me. She loves me not.
The heart wrenched leaf by leaf, valve by valve
Just to find an answer to a question mechanical
To a question ancient, to a question absurd.
His heart wants to fly, to hover, to flaps wings,
Dodge, Dart, drift in the high winds.
To replicate into a thousand white daisies.
But in the end, The dragonfly got her wish,
Her heart subsumed by an all-knowing,
All-powerful toad.
And the white daisy heart persisted
And eventually wilted.