the enso

"Winged Jewel" by Diana Catron-Nurkowski

the poem

Suspended in midair
like a trapeze artist, your wings
a yellow halo above your green breast, your eyes
are clear, your intent known.

Not unlike the dragonfly or wasp,
your acrobatics deceive us, set up
an illusion we later realize
may actually defy physics, expectations.

Like you, we crave
love and nourishment, the sweet reminders
that someone cares enough to refill
our coffee cups, hold our hands, let go.

All it takes is nectar —
an oasis of tall cylinders with easy access, and you
will grace us with your darting joy, show us
everything we did wrong.

the enso

"Dragonfly IV" by Mark Hiebert

the poem

What if we lived our lives like Tinker Bell?
What if we chose to spread our magic fairy dust
with each flick of the wrist, each wishful thought, each blink
of an eye? What if we applied these confetti sprinkles of light
to any moment or encounter, twinkling like stars
whose brilliance shines even when no one looks at the sky?
What if all we left behind were dust balls of love?
What if these flights were unlimited
by space or time? What if we could transform every thing
by simply blessing it, the cascading starbursts of acceptance
opening all boundaries to knowing
our true being?