Tuesday, June 03, 2014

It Laughs.

I spin my thoughts
grabbing air
with certainty and
forming it into the shapes that I want it to hold.

Futile act,
and the wind

it laughs.

I reach into the careening stream and
will the movement to promise me
that it will travel just the
way that I want it to.

Determined girl,
and the water

it laughs.

I stretch my arms into the sky
my paintbrush in hand
sweeping color into the
sure that it will turn the
very hue
that I dream.

Bold attempt,
and the clouds

they laugh.