Sometimes a question whispers in my ear
Sometimes a question shouts in my face
How do I assay my purpose
In this beautiful, brutal, finite life?
Is it a striving to be seen?
A craving to be astonished?
Can I be buoyed by hope beyond a ritual answer?
Then a tiny azure dragonfly
deepening the beauty
of our grey surroundings
Learn more about this interesting insect at Symbolism/Meaning of a Dragonfly.
Photo from Pixabay.