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