Mayfly

I

Thirty minutes to a day.

A search for a life amidst the fray.

An embryo upon a spray of droplets.

II

One year in fresh water

to reach its full bloom.

One day to forge ahead to the moon!

III

An adult, a juvenile will fly across the lake.

Not a time to waste, not a time to wait.

To look for that soul mate.

IV

A mist of gold ascends the lake.

Hope that fish might not take its bait.

To weave its day long dance.

V

The one day fly

awakened from its coma.

Reminds me of how time may fly.

An adult. A nymph An adult. A nymph