I wanted to write something beautiful,
So I looked around
And tried to capture the splendor
Of the sun, the essence of a spring blossom,
The cadence of a robin,
The nature of a cloud–
But perhaps beauty cannot be caught,
Or perhaps I don’t have the skill.
Perhaps beauty lies only in the brevity
And untameable wildness of a moment
When your soul gets tangled up
With the elemental and mysterious
And it is you–your breath–
That gets caught instead.