A chicken-wire screen comes alive
With the trembling from my heavy footfalls
Upon grey boards worn by wind, water, and sun
Temporal wings aflutter in the June evening light
Swarming, covering any structure
Including my fleshly frame
With whisping, threadlike tails, lasting but a few brief hours
Requiring no food to energize their clumsy dance
Upon the warm currents of heavy, south Georgia air
But fueled by the joy of emergence
Freed from two quiescent years upon the lakebed bottom
Burning brightly, but for only a while
In the heat of a waning summer sun
From the vantage point of heaven,
The clumsy flights of men must seem as fleeting
©2019 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 