Up and Away

There’s never any warning,
until it’s too late.
Until they have floated up past where I can reach…
Where I can bring them back.
Sometimes for a moment
I manage to grasp at a wisp,
try to tug at a tendril…
But they almost always dance away
swirling up and up like steam
foggy and unclear.
And every night they laugh and sparkle
and tease.
Ideas, not whispered loud enough,
Disappear with ease…

Written January 8, 2014


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