A day made solitary by the storm,  I wrote a poem on the Boardwalk.

Alive on a Late Summer Afternoon

Above my lush meadow

Invisible to me

Mosquitoes thrive

I see dogged dragonflies cruise,

Feed, outdone only by

Frenzied, hungry swallows

Swirling, high, low, swerving, darting, diving.

And me, from my couch, pondering the finality

Of everything living.