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
above
sure that it will turn the
very hue
that I dream.
Bold attempt,
and the clouds
they laugh.