secure 
(copyright 2000, kathleen pilchowski)


a needle that day pinned my hopes
and yet the need still probes and gropes
science has classified my insect heart
and yet spirit has strengthed it to depart

living long I saw that life is brief
and in all my trials, fear is chief
I think like a dragonfly, dance for the wicked
glow like an angel whose spirit has fled

iron carries air, and more besides
a blood that flows but never resides
I am secure in the knowledge that hope withers, dies
and is reborn as determination, which love decries.