Death of A Dragonfly

Upon a rocky shore I spied A solitary suicide A dragonfly on whispy wings lain Perhaps undone by some hard rain Perhaps some errant wind had blown Her from the splendor once she'd known Full of care I waded in To save this planetary kin Set her upright on her feet As if life's gift were mine to treat I hoped to make her free to breeze Amongst the pine and birch-wood trees But my assistance she disdained And former posture, quick regained Supine on zephyrs careless, free An existential apathy "Ungrateful girl," I muttered, smiled, And settled back in muses mild

Oh that I were so content To float on ripples backwards bent And question not fate's iron hand Nor contemplate the ways of man.