What Am I
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?…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2012
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