Golden Dragonfly
In the waning
of the moon,
Before the rains
Golden dragonfly
transparent wings
sparkling in sunlight
Resting
on my window screen,
Clinging
with all your might;
How is it you
found yourself here?
While summer dreams
and other worlds await
the beat of your
outstretched wings.
What transformation
brought you here,
what magical tide
Or alchemist’s dream?