Daydreaming

I will have weeds in my garden because of the dragonfly.
I couldn't keep on tilling; I didn't even try.
I stopped, to see shafts of sunlight turn wings into silver lace,
and the silver wings whispered to me, as it flew right past my face.
I'll have spider webs on my porch steps because of the columbine
that I sat and admired, broom forgotten, just to study its honeycomb shine.
And I will have fuzz on the carpet, and delicate dust balls on stair,
for my eye has been caught by a goldfinch, and I've daydream time always to spare.
-HJ June 29. 2010