Upon my knee, a dragonfly alights,

hushes my teeming mind,

visits within his six-week life.


 I watch, mesmerized.


Sunlight enlivens transparent fields of tipped wings.

Brown segmented abdomen breathes.

Three pairs of jointed legs scrutinize the texture of my slacks.


I watch, pulled from time.


A breeze teases overhanging limb of crepe myrtle.

Dragonfly catapults off my knee,

hovers–wings frozen in flight,

then disappears.


 Bereft of my surprise, I ache.