you come today, a surprise ephemeral guest
daring me to stay… present.
Light hangs in the air, trapped
like a hostage presence
And you hold me
in a pervasive, inescapable
Look back, and what was is no longer visible
Diminished or dismissed into the distance.
Just lingering light and hanging memory.
Look forward, and what is to come feels almost tangible
just beyond reach or view.
To pursue future is to chase a wind
surrendering the reverie of what is.
hold me like you do the light
Beckon me to