Friday, February 06, 2009

My dream


I let it go
rising delicately into the still air
it stops to sip at the bush before 
it takes off again, to wing from leaf to leaf
away from my grasping hands.

It weighs next to nothing 
and is easier to let go than I thought-
why did I fight so hard to hold on?

come back come back stop flitting away
oh look, there is another one
maybe I can catch that one