What Am I

Written by: David Whalen

 
I am as transient as, And no more enduring… Than the life and times of the smallest insect I am as gentle as the feathered kiss Of a capricious butterfly …So what am I?… As only shadows are want to know I come and go… With easy ebb and fluid flow As hard to contain As a handful of quicksilver I slip through fingers like moon’s mercury glow So just what am I …Does anyone know?…