i. i am gentle
the sort of gentle
thats slow and soft
but does not yield to touch

ii. i am fluid
my core is solid
i am swirling around myself
at any given moment
yet my gravity is centered

iii. i cannot be contained
to try is to lose me
hold me and i will
drip through your fingers
and solidify elsewhere
call me and wait
or do not call at all

iv. i am gone
i am miles ahead already
always somewhere else
at a point i have not yet reached
too impatient with Now
to linger a moment longer