Chasing the beams of light
and seeking
their origin. Each beam
unique
but the same
stretching further
and further to a
new home. My arms
suddenly alligator arms
shorter
pulling back
retracting as I reach
but
my arms to short to grasp
I loose the grip
my fingers have
and chase another
beam. Where do
they come from
each beam
showing dust
as it drifts across the room
to settle
and in reaching
short alligators arms limiting the reach
to not touch.
I chase them always
but catch them now or ever, never.
Chasing our shadows is like a dog chasing their tails it seems. It never happens.
That is a very apt analogy Carol, and oh so extremely true!