When a dragonfly hovers nearby,
I wonder what it would speak of—
What words would apply?
Would the dragonfly talk
Of mosquitoes that would
Beg for their lives?
Would it brag about the distance
It has traveled—the landscapes
It has rushed by?
I can imagine one telling me
Of its birth
And when it first discovered
Land and the sky.
I would love to see the views
As a wayfaring dragonfly—
To know the world
Through an unexpected eye
With a sweeping life
And many adventures
Up until a fulfilled goodbye.