http://thmiii.com/?p=221 The strong wind pushes and whips

a dragonfly far from water

I nearly step on its glassy wings

but the light of its shimmer catches my eye

I lift and hold its delicateness

in the palm of my aging hand

the black veins of its travels

the circuitry of its flight

are transparent in each flutter

I set it in a tree to recover

hoping the camouflage of its invisibility

will save it from another injury

so that it take off and alight again

and find its way back to the mirror

of itself on the shore. (persis karim)