Best Poem Ever

Sitting outside with loose papers on my lap, a gust blew the top two pages away. It was a poem that contained some creatures and the usual clouds and mists and how fossils feel about mountains. Like a Borges story, it contained the past and future and how time distorts yet fuels our ability to love. I jumped up and chased it down the road, the poem containing metaphysical doubts about existence, my own and yours, and how everything doesn’t mean anything. There was a buzzing hornet and Diogenes’ mordant laughter and it listed the questions that answer themselves – Will I be born? Do I crave applause? But it was gone, my best poem ever, eaten by cactus or the wind.