You are the space between the raindrops;
That corner in the umbrella’s canopy
Which has never known moisture;
The dry patches in the snail’s slimy trail;
The root of the swan’s feather
Where water has never been;
The pebble trail on a muddy path;
The sunshine that sometimes fades
But always comes back.
Someday, when you are resting
At the end of a rainbow,
I will trap you, like a memory,
Between the pages
Of my favourite book.