A helmet head and pilots goggles-
Swimming through the breeze-

As the battered wings of propulsion
Keep afloat the slender body of green

In an instant the bubble eyes zoom past my own-
And look fiercely towards the air ahead.

With feet extended and joints loosely locked-
The insect lands swiftly upon its tiny black legs-

Rested, a moment later, again quickly soaring-
The dragonfly pursues its destiny — living to fly.