A Swarm of Dragonflies

On Thanksgiving day Alan and I spent time simply relaxing.  There was a leisurely breakfast, a walk on the beach, and a little floating in the water while exploring the reef area with snorkel, mask and fin.  Aside from that we lounged in the dappled sunlight under palm trees with each others company, a book (for me) the sound of the ocean and the presence of many curious bobbing dragonflies.  I say bobbing because they appeared to bob in the air rather than dart or zoom.  I was mesmerized by their beauty and the sheer number of them.  There were hundreds if not thousands of dragonflies!  I have never seen anything like this before and had to research this phenomenon. Come to find out this is one of those ephemeral events that few are lucky to experience in their lifetime and I was also able to submit my data for collection as part of The Dragonfly Swarm Project.  

 

This is a small video I made while watching them by the pool late in the afternoon.  There were swarms all over the beach as well.  One of the waitresses came by after watching me take pictures and the video and let me know the Spanish word for dragonfly is libélula (LEE-BEH-LOO-LA).

Stellar Debris

Bubbles, Curacao 2009

My name is Copper Penny,
child of turquoise waters and
indigo skies.

An algebraic formula of
harmonious delight.
Star dust fallen to the ocean;
Iron, calcium, and carbon
swirled in salty luminosity.

Alive and calm,
enveloped in a familial embrace,
the gurgle and echo of my own breath
a meditation sparking primordial memory.

The Ocean Calling

Tidal Tree

The day was renaissance blue skies and cooler temperatures, bright sunshine and gusts of winds scattered here and there.  During my walk through the cemetery earlier this week the leaves on this tree gave a familiar sound.  There was a rushing in and a letting out that I initially found pleasant but ignored until my brain ran through its memory garden in search of a definition and then found it. It was the rushing in and the letting out of the tide that I heard.

After listening for several minutes I walked on and realized that this city scape that surrounds me has become my sea shore of sorts. On my daily walks my eyes dart back and forth from the sky line to the ground.  The ground holds glittering scraps of treasure that I want to pluck up and place inside my pockets, remnants of what was, wrapped with the promise of what could be.

Fortune 1

Fortune 2

Street Glass

As I write this I also acknowledge that I have not picked up one single thing though because in the city I think of these items as trash (coveted trash) while at the sea shore I think of them as found treasure.  Today I will find a pretty jar and start adding little pieces of my city treasure to it.

I treasure rocks, glass, fortunes, and sea shells (to name a few).  What items do you call treasure and collect?



 

She Whispers

collect sacred poetry
as it is revealed
in pools
of illuminated
familial fluid.

And then, unburdened
meet
the rhythmic lessons

      waves
               walk
  clearing     
           bursts
                          listen
                 glint
                          sway