Sure, I’ve Seen God

by Polly Buckingham

Tuesday last week, sitting
on the dock, algae specks lit up
like the cosmos, and this weird wind
comes up — like a dust devil.
A pretty dragonfly,
blue and shiny, gets sucked in
and her wings come off, one at a time,
just like they’d been plucked.
I was home because I’d lost my job.
The bug flails on the surface
like a worm. The surface shakes a little
then goes back to being itself
once she’s drowned.