The Face of Beauty

I sat and stared into the face of a dragonfly today, I wondered what it was thinking landing on my arm, did I look like an inviting flower or leaf? Can it think, could it feel, see my smile, and understand how it made my day.  Did I detect a feeling of contentment.  It landed on me because I was quietly soaking up the sun, being still.  Something it admires, I imagined. We looked at each other inquisitively for awhile, enjoying the sunny day, then it flew away.