dragonfly eye

As I was getting out of my car just off Main Street

the fastest dragonfly darted this way and that way--

hovering over the sparkles of the blue green paint

and the daylight sky blue of the windshield's reflection

that looks as inviting

to a dragonfly eye as a pond cool and wet

deep and restful

and I thought, as this winged thing of tremendous

and ancient beauty flew off in search of true water,

how my eyes see differently than compound eyes

but how often I myself mistake something else

for the thing I really want

without ever realizing it