When a teacher asked what I wanted to be in the future,
I thought of how two dragonflies in my garden
knew best, emerald hands climbing the pond
as one. Ten years on
ambitions would prove futile, a child's
finger games, and when friends broke up
I would reap the child's joy,
laughter like the buzz of dragonflies
fighting in air before landing
with each other,
the fighting also love.