I Saw The Mayfly
Published in
Nov 12, 2020
In Spring 2007 I was lucky enough to witness one of nature’s most fleeting and awesome spectacles…
I saw the mayfly
Borne on the breeze
Clouds floating up
Ascending almost weightlessly
Almost colourless
Like the light grey ash that rises
from burning paper
on the bonfire
Flimsy and weak
Struggling against
The balmy tide
Wings open wide
Born of nature’s eternal hope
With barely enough time
To achieve anything more
Than to give birth
To the next generation
And in our human-ness
We dream that we are different
Our lives less futile
More meaningful
If only
