My hearts, my beings, connection to and with the universe is very close. Any pretext of indifference or casualness in that fundamental relationship that is long departed, fled, much be a startled ewe in the deepest, darkest, of night.
This surge of reciprocation has not been sudden, overnight, has akin to a slow and almost unbeknownst drizzle, that fine but constant accumulation of a downpour that soaks cloths and skin unabated to instigate the most trying and somber of circumstances.
This morning I awoke to the most mysterious appearance of a fully mature dragonfly staring frantically from the interior of a skylight in my kitchens ceiling, How the creature appeared I have no notion, had heard no commotion, seen no previous fluttering of spiderweb wings. I was suddenly struck doubly dumb and overcome with awe.
With care I released the beast to the exterior, but remain to this moment disturbed by the incongruity, the unlikelihood, absurdity, any compatibility with my understood reality.
