To A Damsel Fly

All's still beside the pond. I'm lost in my surrounds Until a damsel fly alights Upon an Arum lily A sapphire tail illumes My veil oflassitude. Such interludes, such simple acts, Recall the hidden music Of my soul. Below the sleepy Surface tadpoles wriggle Below my consciousness, Words and phrases bristle Along the cortex of my brain. There's no respite from visuals, The sharp demands to beauty. Poets know compelling duty And if I moan in irritation, It is a useless gesture. The picture has to grow And like a child birth Gather its momentum.