I’m all about
logic these days — it comes from
working so hard to forget that moment
four dragonflies landed near me
as I sat with a stranger
and mourned four dead people
on the anniversary of their death.
He hadn’t moved on and I kept thinking
we had little in common, I had no need to move on now,
really, I’d moved on almost completely
except for the one bad memory
I was here to exorcise.
When the dragonflies landed,
one at a time,
on the bench next to us,
I held my breath and pointed them out
to him and put an arm around his shoulder
as he cried, as I did not; if it made him feel better
that was good though it meant nothing to me, really,
it might have once but now, nothing, really.
Insects, avatars, signs from on high;
agreements the universe seems to offer you:
steer clear if you don’t want to faint in public
all the time from the barrage of messages.
Stick with logic. They died, they’re dead,
you’re here, they’re not. Dragonflies are
useful for pest control. Lovely
to look at and plentiful, if you look.