Snapshots At St. Arbuck’s ™

I didn’t expect you
But there you were

Caught, at first, in the periphery of my vision
Like a leaf caught
In the eddy of a mountain stream

Swirling, swirling
Moving neither forward nor back
I strained to capture you with my eye

Illusive, you were
There and gone

Slipping like so much sand
Through desperately grasping fingers
And yet of such substance

I could no more hold you
Than one can hold the wind
But how I tried

Consumed by unquenchable fire
I burn for you