A short poem to hold the quickly departing summer for just a moment…
Note: This poem first appeared in the Fall 2022 edition of Two Hawks Quarterly
The Artwork: Chasing Light
The Poem: Chasing Light
Chasing light like a bird,
skimming the tops
of a river at dusk,
hungry and hunting,
dipping its claws
into the barely visible
moment.
Searching for light
is not as clean
as a minnow slicing a path through water,
tapping out its morse code to the world,
but it’s as natural
as its death,
plucked in a moment and gone
not forever.
So far, the one
perfect light
I’ve caught
is that we are alive
and then we are not.
And the in-between
overflows its bookends.