a dragonfly suddenly

and then a dragonfly suddenly

is everything

settled on the top of a garden cane

finest filigree liquid sunlight

sprinkling through your wings

no, wings is too material

sprinkling through

your impossibles

what if I hadn’t opened my eyes just then

you might only be here for a week

and I got to hang out with you

from my deckchair

for a whole two thousand and sixteenth

of your existence

thank you

I have no idea what you/we do next