Blue Dragonfly Poem by Kong Yin

Hey, hold on, Blue Dragonfly!
I know you.
When did you drop by here?
After these thirty years
why haven’t you changed a bit?

Do you remember the little girl
with long skinny braids?
On top of the haystack she hid and read 'Heidi, '
coveting white goat’s milk and freshly-baked bread
falling asleep dreaming of the Alps,
turning a deaf ear to your deliberate drone.

Remember what happened next?
The girl was dragged off the haystack by her mother
and thrown into history and multiplication tables.
How about you?
Did your mother also find you?
Or did you fly to the Alps all by yourself to savour goat’s milk?
Is that why I could find you no more?

Ah, Blue Dragonfly!
After these thirty years,
why do you still look naïve like Heidi
while the familiar girl who hid on the haystack
is unrecognizable
to both you and me?