Dragonflies Over Archer Pool
For Micah
Tucson, August 2008
110 degrees
Dressed in our swim shirts and thick with sunscreen,
my son and I pile into our 1987 Toyota station wagon.
We named her “Betsy”, and she has since forgotten
what the letters “AC” stand for.
Windows down, we drive west through saguaros and
curve around Sentinel Peak.
We arrive at the pool drenched in sweat
and seriously grumpy.
Yet, we know we are close to water.
The pool clock reads 5:30pm.
Immediately, we are greeted by
hundreds of dragonflies
skimming over the water
in search of a cool drink…
Just like us
And where else, but at the
public pool, might the natural world
so beautifully intertwine
with human kind?
We meet Miriam from Malta.
She is 80 years old, speaks five languages,
and has met the Queen.
My son splashes water at Miriam,
and she retaliates by splashing back.
She tells us all about her world travels,
but mentions nothing about
what it is like
to live
surrounded by water.
Somehow we know
The dragonflies
flit and sip
flit and sip
Just like us
We are all
ancient water dippers
in late summer.
Elizabeth Salper
"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver
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