I was riding

On a train of thought

When a dragon fly

Perched on the grill of my window

Caught my eye…

I abandoned my trip

And let my attention dwell

On its fascinating form…

I wondered

If it would come in

Or for how long it would stay

And would its adventurous spirit

Be its undoing

As if alerted by my thoughts

It let better sense prevail

And flitted away…

I was left dropped

By my own wandering.

Freed from thought;

Nudged of my musings;

Transported from

One moment to the next;

Reminded that intentionality

Is sometimes no match for wonder;

Freed of purpose

And nowhere to get to;

I wrote this poem.