The Backdrop

I wonder where the dragonfly goes

when the sky moves by low and gray

and things refuse to stay closed

I wonder about the green tomato

that rots before its ripens,

happily used by all the insects 

multiplying and dyeing in a new home 

full of nourishment

Such small lives

I leave them where they fall

until reduced to something

unusable even by decay

I think of you and where you go

when the sky opens and the bottom falls out

when things rot before they come to fruition

if you will live a full life

or devour quickly the one you're given

for need of sustenance

I think about myself, attempt objectivity

and decide which I am more like.