Reaching for a plump, ripe blackberry on a blue sky summer’s day.
The first one I see is large and juicy looking.
My hand, poised to pick it,
At the last moment before contact I see a dragonfly,
Big, blue, green and bold; enjoying the very same one I meant to pick.
Do dragonflies eat blackberries?
Does the juicy, sweet nectar accompany their carnivorous diet of bugs and larvae?
Who would blame them for delighting in the purple goodness; laughing softly at the scientists who say they don’t.
Did the bumblebees stop flying when old, white men were baffled?
Does the singing of the spheres still to relieve their anxiety
over what it really means if E=MC²? If all energy interacts with all other energy?
Hamlet was right about one thing only:
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Photo: Lisa Hart: I can’t believe I got this shot as the sun obscured my phone screen.