I sit and look
at the lake
and my mind
is as
still and clear
as a mirror
and I'm sure I'm
about to have
a sudden, spontaneous
epiphany, experience
squished into
an infinitely tiny nutshell
of timelessness...
but I'm wrong.
The dragonfly
that was
about to land
on the silver lily pad
of the summer moon's
reflection on the lake
has changed
its dragonfly mind
and darts off
into the darkness...