Dragonflie$

with two sets of glistening wings
that shine the sun in my eyes
you hover over our activities
searching the pond for prey

you are a mostly silent hunter
whose beauty is marred with your kills
yet, I can hear your wings flutter
above the water where I hold close my young.

your expertise skims the top of the pool
as you dip your sticky tongue to capture
all the smaller, weaker insects (us),
but behind you I can see the silky web

always, always, a stronger predator reigns
and before you can reach us with your lashing,
your wings are caught (their glimmering shine dulled)
and I know that, at least today, we are safe.

Sunrise

I have seen you before
you are the one who has hidden
in the darkness before the dawn
the black so thick it blocks
you out of my wide-open eyes
my yearning for your explicit expression of truth
overcome by a sun that won’t shine

the bitterness sits
on my tongue like a cat on a fence
unable to determine
which way to pounce
because I am hungry for the truth
that you are too afraid to give me.

Instead you creep
as stealthily as the prey you think you are
hiding behind the curtain of obscurity
because you can’t bring your face to the face of
what’s real, what’s right here,
what we can all see
with the first streaks of a sunrise
that shines the same on all of us.