The dragonfly’s shadow rests on a rock

in the creek

twitching beneath the breeze

as if the two were somehow connected.

 

Through its translucent wings

I look back in time

and see eons of granite

placed lovingly in this spot

by winds

by waters

by gods.

 

Its still there as I painstakingly

write

and rewrite

this ode

my only worry

on such a glorious desert day.

 

And now

finally

from zero to sixty in no seconds

it zips into the water

and swims upstream.

 

Kirk Merlin