Reigning

 

Horses run amok

Their reins dragging untethered

Through where dragons fly

 

Hooves crushing thunder

Without the charioteer who

Navigates their course

 

Dragonfly’s dreaming

Of self-directing horses

Who’ll occupy fields

 

With no chariot drawn

The horses have no purpose

Dragonfly’s folly

 

The charioteer laughs

As horses jump the hurdles

He’s laid out as tests

 

Some fall and stumble

Some crash on, nostrils flared

Some sprout wings and fly

 

Horses graze in fields

The charioteer picks up reins

Steers Dragonfly on

 

Detach from outcome

Advises the charioteer

Picking up his flute

 

Dragonfly dances

While his wings beat in tune with

Krishna playing on