Dragonfly

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.