At first my thoughts were butterflies
first small and helpless
before hardening and blossoming into delicacy and grace
floating in the breezes
from mouths chewing the fat.
Then I thought, "ladybugs will do,"
but their colors are too two-dimensional
and the edges too crisp
no room for fluidity or change.
"Fireflies it is," but I realized
the light is only known clearest in the dark
and rooted in wishful thinking
and acoustic songs
not for battle cries and belief statements.
No, I think my thoughts come in the forms of dragonflies
supple and iridescent
strong enough to give my words flight.
