The Brightening

Today I forgot my reply,
and left a moment hanging between
spider-web strings,
sticking.

Tell me,
why is this ground
aching like a bee-stung arm?

Why is my bed
writhing like a scared millipede?

Dragonfly,
shed your ever-changing colours
and make up your mind.

So iridescent, so attractive
but you buzz by so fast that we don't
try to catch you.

There was a noise in the hallway
last Saturday morning,
very early,
of someone racing
to a patient doorway.