by Elli Esher


with your dragonfly mind,

that hovers over ponds in life

like a cloud;

it sees,

it roams,

it skirts about and changes course,

but does not touch,


touch my skin.

feel the warmth of my humanity

and how the beating of my heart

pa pum, pa pum, pa pum, pa pum

moves you up and down.

for did you know the days of dragonfly life

last only seven months?

Thumbnail image by Emmaline Waller and Sabrina Sanchez.