Dragonflies

capung

crossing
in between leaves
within the yard
flying low and fast
my motion rhythmic and graceful
there is a thrill from deep inside
the feeling in my chest is endless guessing
the fluctuating seasons and weather
the voyage of songs and age
 
a thin pointy stick
with jackfruit sap on its tip
I tiptoe from behind
before the dragonfly alights
or hops to another branch
of a shady tree
 
that’s also how we learn to spell
carefully and quietly
so that in the future
when we cross through time
our dreams and ideals
will remain fresh
along with memories and prayers

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