The Dragonfly’s Shadow

November 1, 2017 Kirk

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


and rewrite

this ode

my only worry

on such a glorious desert day.


And now


from zero to sixty in no seconds

it zips into the water

and swims upstream.


Kirk Merlin