Elusive

Bittersweet & elusive,

Something that will not be held.

Something that simply IS,

(And is present)

And can be kept but faintly,

Cradled the mind’s eye.

A resounding cry

The echo of it

Haunts deep in the heart’s hallway.

This is something I keep

Both wishing it away

And desperate for it to stay.

And today

It smells faintly of sage scrub

And of morning fog that will be burned off

And of ground unkissed by rain

For the last three hundred sixty four days

But, it’s a reminder for praise,

This leaving & staying,

This exercise of the muscle

That pumps life into the rest of me

Creating this (bittersweet & elusive) something

That will not be held.