Dragonfly with invisible wings
Decades ago landed in a swamp
Drawn by a young boy
Coloring within the lines
Using greens, browns, and clouds
A prisoner of perfection
But bound to be successful when grown

Dragonfly flitted to next school desk
Sitting on the shoulder of a rebel girl
Who just didn’t need or want lines
Crayoning a yellow sky
Smearing a tan desert with pinks and blues
And oh,
The rocky walls
Product of silt, steam and storm
Over the millennia
Sparkling quartz hard
Mirroring the soft body
Of me, the dragonfly

Two creations but no contest
Which do I choose?
And I say
This is my place
Little boy, keep your bananas and gators
Here’s where I will end
My brief life without any fear
A land of fluorescent streaks
Hot, arid suns and moons
Prickly cactus and melancholy tunes
Cacophonic silence
Captivates me too
And I dream
The West is for me…

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Hand-painted ukulele desert theme


Motels off the road

Countless bodies leave their sweat

Search for perfection

Little packs of soaps

Hidden deep in suitcases

Souvenirs of Time

Spiritual journey

Tires ceaselessly rolling

To know the future

Stifle memories

Stale coffee erodes the heart

Yesterday finished

Humidity morphs

Into gasoline aura

Heading for deserts

Crystal forged in heat

Littered with petrified logs

Desert a paint box

Why do I love thee

Arizona? My own dream

You are my lover

Cactus hair and beard

Iridescent crystal eyes

Prehistoric bones

Gladly I take root

Juniper hair covers bark

Patiently standing

© 2014 Poetry of Memory: 6 Decades from the Space-Time Continuum