Walking With A Dragonfly

By Kavya Venkateshwaran

Homewards, I walked a path,

The path taken by another,

Fluttering in the level of my shoulder,

A dragonfly and I together.

Ten seconds did we share,

Before the obvious divergence,

No words spoken, yet no moments spared,

To relish Nature’s interference.

When I reached home I wondered,

What became of her, the dragonfly?

Did she catch the wind, as she wandered,

Trespassing lands, low and high?

As I succumbed to obliviousness,

I awoke to the realisation,

Ten seconds of bittersweet togetherness,

She and I, one, In the moment’s sensation.

By Kavya Venkateshwaran