How Far

You are weightless,

a cotton-puff seed ascending late-summer sunbeams,

dancing in the evening.

I am captivated by your movements,

the way you flit and float as the afternoon breathes,

as staccato gusts usher you towards me.

You drift by, and I reach,

enthralled by the possibility of finding you

between my fingers, against my skin.

When I open my hand, however, you are not there

as I had hoped;

instead I see you twirling amidst a distant breeze,

your semi-transparence a fiery back-lit brilliance.

But you aren't so far away,

I decide as I stride towards you.

I think you're worth the walk. 

Reviews

[Distantview123]

The wonderful thing about poetry is that any subject is worthy to be written about...large or small. This is an interesting write, about a seemingly ordinary little thing. Nicely penned! ~ Robert.