A dragonfly rests on a white rooftop under bright sunlight.
Early Afternoon
Whitewashed Stone

5 Seconds
Intricate
Dazzling
. . .
I have known water and sky.
With gills I breathed, and now, within the blink of an eye I fly, faster than any run.
I settle. Sunlight falls through my translucent acrobatic wings.
At once I gaze above, below, and either side.
I feel the history of my three hundred million years pump my body's beating heart.
I know these things, not through the learning of humans, but through the slow and certain change of time: of ancestral blessing deep within my kind.
