A dragonfly emerged from its shell waiting to become. He didn't know he had no wings, but he waited, hoped, and longed just the same until he couldn't.
That mayflies die after one day and one lay. They might protest their short lives, but they have no mouths to eat or speak.
That some seeds fall on fallow ground or asphalt parking lots, and some settle on fertile soil, sink roots in the rich dirt, and soak in sunshine.
That Alma lay in her hospital bed, waiting. At 77, her husband dead many years, she not educated nor profound, she still had an idea of what life should be, but it had fallen far short.
She said to her niece at her bedside, "It wasn't what I thought."
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