Aakriti Kuntal redux

Bicycle Exercise

The sky 

blows out of proportion

eyeball rolling backward
theatre sliding into
an invented space

There's no sound, only sight, 
Only sight 
as the clearest blue emerges 
almost like an apparition

I split open, a seed 
resting between the paws
of evening’s fleeting clouds
My feet gliding through
fleets of air, toes as masts

A dragonfly 
is suddenly the most spectacular occurrence 
Spanning out, geometrical   BeeS   in the air

Interaction cannot always be observed 

The sky, the fly, this listless body 
Navigating peacefully through a white triangle 
Life's equation is conjunctional

Scarlet Skimmer Dragonfly -- Kenne Turner