AFTERNOON 3
After the storm, my daughter runs
from deck to wading pool and back, many times,
investigates a dragonfly,
runs an agreement with gravity—
to keep it happy
that it can have a say—
At what rip in the gravity do we enter?
There are no places yet where her body resists itself
and that is a truth—
and the netted bow of dragonfly wings
and the shaled light on water-surface
and the lilac bush a thousand years from the deck—
—previously appeared in AGNI