storm

Today, winds were high and strong. I was out tending to the plants in the wind. Now, I wonder, if it might have been better to leave them out there, for the wind to blow its freshness into them, and take the illnesses away. I don't have the answers.

The trees thrashed wildly about me, letting go of loose leafs and twigs. Insects struck me. Suddenly, with a buzz and a thump, something struck my wrist.

It was a dragonfly. As I crouched down by instinct and waited for the worst of the wind to past before I could tend to the remainder of my plants, the dragonfly gazed at me, and I gazed at it. Locking eyes. 

Do you have a message for me?

A [something bad] storm [metaphorical?] is coming, it said. I couldn't get more from it. It was trembling. Even with its tiny mass, I could feel it trembling.

I'm not sure if it was a messenger of the spirit world, a messenger from nature, or just a plain old dragonfly that happened to have something to say. I don't know how to read these portents. I am out of tune with my elements and nature, here. Yet, the dragonfly clinged to me.

I wonder if, simply for shelter. A storm was certainly upon us.

I covered it with my other hand as the winds roared.

Not liking this dark refuge, it instead climbed into my finger, and perched there, staring at me.

I didn't think I'm able to listen to it this evening. Sadly.

After many minutes, and after I began moving plants indoors single-handedly, it hopped off to curtains at the side of the door. I believe it's still there, in a haven against the storm.

 

But what of the other storm?

I do not know.

I would like a storm to tear reality apart at the seams. I would fly through the rip in the fabric of this world to my next journey. Home.

In such a way, although my physical body is weak and unfit for exposure, my soul still yearns to fly in storms, dance in the wind, fly free.