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?