First swim with dragonflies, exuvial

Find still water
drop egglife, a coin
you have wished upon.
The trick in cold climates is waiting
year after year in your too tight skin
for summer. Emboldened,
clawbirds scavanging elsewhere
lilly pad clinging,
pollenflower, a wilting ghost
dripping tears of your body
as you lose it finally
find the wings you always knew
were folded on your back
like praying hands.
Now membranous, luminous
your newfound eyes allseeing everything,
even the skin you leave behind
like a coat of dried blood
on the water, tiny crawlfeet vestigal
no longer landbound, vivid beautiful
molten change.