Dragonfly Wings

Among the milling

dancing stomp of humanity

she sits 

watching

her childhood flooded

his just beginning

boyhood pockets waiting to be filled

 a mind desperate 

to be the silvery flights

of the birds he watches soar from the shadows

she takes his hands

little hands

to walk him across the islands 

she washed up on

to read him possibilities

to offer the moonlight

and to protect

the sweet sound

of those precious wings

uncurling

transparent as a dragonflies

papery thin

but poised

ready

for innocent days

she knows

are like the kiss of spring

the bubbles 

that will float

through all of later life

~

And on that note I am leaving for two weeks holidays with my babies. We aren't going anywhere. But school is out for September holidays here in Australia and my boys and I have some memories waiting to be made. So I am going to take a break from blogging world from now until the 5th of October. I'm going to go get some sand in my hair and stick my fingers in some cookie dough.

I look forward to reading your blogs :)

PS- Did that poem suck? Do I need to stick it in the cellar with the wine and let it age? Or take up knitting?