By the Wings

No amount of time is ever going to give me
the lightness, love and breathlessness of being
that arises when I am near you. When I look for it,
it disappears. I run around, around with my butterfly
net, swatting to and fro like an eager child about to
capture something wonderful,
something colorful and vibrant. All my running
has only served to land me on the porch of your home,
the only thing in the net, me, and you laugh as you
pull me free by the wings!