the summer fresh nymphs

on the brink of it all
such fierce trembling
fresh unravelling
my grand-daughter lies
on her soft belly
nose to little nose
with a still wet mayfly
readying for adventure
learning to live
she watches a filament
of cocoon dry
harden and drop from
its scarlet back
it flexes ghostly wings
considers flight and
new perspectives
her breath tickles
these curious antennae