Persoonlike gunstelinge: ‘Dragonfly’ – Andrew Hudgins
Monday, August 17th, 2009Dragonfly
Andrew Hudgins
Book says “most predacious.” Book
says “fastest
flying insect,” says it eats
its body weight in half an hour.
Mother called it
the devil’s
darning needle. Book adds “darner”
and “devil’s arrow.” Mother said
it would stitch shut the eyes,
ears, lips,
of sleeping children, and Book confirms
that mothers would say that.
Book says
dragonflies can
snap a gnat
in mid-
air, eat it on the wing,
and Book says that what I’ve always called
a dragonfly is really, with its
long,
slender body, a
damselfly
which strafes the pond clot, soars,
swoops,
hovers, sideslips, loops,
and twists,
sunlight revealing a new glint
of iridescent
shimmer – purple, red,
green, turquoise, gold, gunmetal blue –
with every pass.
It’s hunting: a whip
tip
cracking gnats out of the air
so quick I can’t see it happen
and wouldn’t know except I trust
Book, Book,
the goddamn book, because
I cannot see the hunting. See
what looks like pleasure
(loop
and soar),
but isn’t. Book insists on purpose.
Not even blood sport. Work. But its purpose
is not my purpose: pleasure
(dive, jink, roll,
then stillness at great speed)
beside black water.
Andrew Hudgins is professor of English at the University of Cincinatti. His most recent collection of poems is The Glass Hammer (1994).
