Coffee, Tea, or Wings

Tipping Point by Anne Byrd

“Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ... We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.” ~ Diane Ackerman

Morning arrives on dragonfly wings,

and I wonder who I’ll be

when my coffee cup is empty.

Is there an edge I must walk, be a diplomat

when I want to enter the war of words,

bloom where worry tills stones?

My mind keeps writing script my spirit must edit.

Anger wants its outrage, laughter its comedy.

The wing shift brushes silver in my palms.

On the outside I look my scruffy normal,

but within I am a tea of tipping points.

It is hard to know which brew will win.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Ann Byrd has graciously given permission to use her art print, Tipping Point, for our creative inspiration at Real Toads. Please visit Ann on Facebook, at Ann Byrd Art or her website, annbyrdart.com to see more of her incredible work.