Stillness

The pond
in morning
teems
with hawking
defending
attacking
mating
ovipositing.
Frogs yelp and splash,
one green heron ack-acks,
and a small airplane
flies over, out and back,
sightseeing, I suppose.

That's what I was doing:
seeing the sights,
including this female
Amber-winged Spreadwing,
contentedly
steadily
hanging from a branch
tipped by a Slaty Skimmer,
Auzure Bluet,
and Blue Dasher.
The dragonflies push
off, bouncing the branch,
but she remains still.

I still approach,
close enough to
make eye contact.