Lonely Terrapin Poem by Sergio Savioli

the lonely terrapin lies in the river

thrown in there by who knows who

while the photographer (me)looks on

and quite by chance

also captures some dragonflies

probably mating



the very strange thing is

none of those involved

neither the terrapin nor the dragonflies

neither me nor you

in fact no one at all

at any given moment

can make

any sense

of what

is really happening

either to them

or to us

or indeed

to anything