there’s a million worlds right in front of me
twirling, surging, spinning, and extinguishing
like a hopeless flame; ****! they’re gone forever
right before my eyes
these worlds also sometimes collide
they fight with everything they have to keep fighting
but it’s never enough
I reach my hand out
so, so gently like a daydreamer’s sigh
in the fleeting chance I might hold one
but the only chance I have is gone; extinguished
my mother’s call is telling me to go now
but my own call tells me to stay
in the fleeting chance I might hold one,
I close my eyes, open my palm to the sky and
there’s
       nothing.
              nothing.
                     nothing.
nothing.
I don’t know how, but I think those tiny worlds
those twirling, surging, spinning things
aren’t just extinguishing with the breeze;
they’re running, twirling
as fast as they can
fighting with all they have
to escape my grasp
so I leave,
deciding that I’ll return tomorrow
in the fleeting chance I might hold one.

- c.c.d.