Unspoken Word
July 15, 2024
MILKWEED

Have you ever seen a puff of milkweed floating by
on your way to somewhere
or other?

Lighter than air it seems to be,
imported from a dream.

It catches your eye
and you,for the moment,forget
where you're going and where you have been,
nothing in the world mattering in the least.

And so, you reach,
wanting only to hold the milkweed in your hand,
but as you do (and have done many times before)
the wind of your reaching
only pushes it further away.

More reaching for it does not help,
nor does doing nothing at all.

And then, if you're lucky,
the holy grail of your own breath
finds a way to position your hand in space before you,
exactly where the milkweed
is just about to go.

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at July 15, 2024 01:44 AM

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