Bio Note: Running on Wisconsin's Kettle Moraine trails back in May, I slipped through a hatching of dragonflies...hundreds and hundreds of them. A true dazzle when the next day, George Floyd was murdered. I struggle with reconciling the beauty of this world with border walls, a pandemic, school shootings, and injustice screaming in my other ear. I was a hospice nurse most of my life and my chapbook, River, celebrates resiliency in the face of hard times.
"How Do I Write About Dragons and Dazzles
On a Day the World Is On Fire"
1. Tripping the Light Fantastic surrounded by tiny wings I trot my way through roots and rocks my feet believe in flight think I might in another life become iridescence but for now a dazzle of beginnings is enough this May day dawn when our broken world dreams transformation and I dance with the dragons 2. Phoenix on a day when I write a dazzle of dragonflies and dream of iridescence I wake to feel the scald of a world in blazes hear screams howl I can't breathe and know right now it is time for me and all my dragon brothers and sisters to dance in flames and fury our souls burn in the ashes ready to fly again
Thurston High School, 6am
twenty years after the shooting
crows crackle-caw their early morning chatter cruise the football field stare down like animated drones they watch everything maybe they carry pieces of the wounded whole souls of those lost and gone they understand they can't change everything but at least hope to witness this start of day still full of promise
©2020 Maryann Hurtt
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