|July 26th, 1999|
David P. Salamone
Of all things created from dust of earth,
At first unremarkable to the unknowing,
It becomes a dance of life before your very eyes.
Something heretofore unnoticed,
Though millions of years in the making.
Having suddenly exploded in glorious clouds,
It now leaves nothing to the imagination.
Answering never asked questions,
Now instilling bewilderment and fascination,
Taking place so close that avoiding it is impossible,
Now it becomes familiar and understood.
Mayflies in a flight of survival,
Thousands on wing yet young,
But in minutes becoming ageless,
Through transformation until now unseen.
As I watch on window's screen,
Sub-imago changes to adult on delicate wing,
Now the miracle comes to be in its full glory,
In a lesson taught which books could never reveal.
It does sit still and silent,
For what seems time eternal.
Then slowly shedding its prior life force,
Breaking away from confining suit,
Springs forth into full adulthood,
And taking immediate flight in its mating dance on wings above,
Gently glides to water's surface in ancient ritualistic flight,
Mayfly spews forth the very essence of its life.
Expiring in full glory spent,
Having danced its first and only waltz to nature's timeless beauty,
Its life ending silently,
With impact greater than will ever be known.
River Bed by Dave Motes
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