Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Wisp

I fought you. You
weren’t supposed to be anything except
a breath of wind. Cooling me, lifting my
hair as you tickle my neck and vanish
into stillness. Yet, you lingered. I lashed my
arms into you, but you only welled into a cyclone and
encircled me with time. Finally, I
relented, but nothing remained to
catch my embrace. Trying desperately to touch you, I found
only air. Panic seized me. Grabbed fistfulls of clouds to
control the space above your head, but the
lightning burned my hands and left
me blind. I can no longer see, nor touch, but something
remains. Some instinct of you. I feel you coiled in the
distance, waiting to breeze right by
on your way to the horizon,
free.

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