do you know of your own
unfathomable transience? with your
mysterious thoughts I could never
possibly hope to comprehend
guiding your actions in ways inscrutable
you’re ethereal, evanescent
always seeming intangible
like a fleeting glance
or a softly spoken word
and I can’t believe you stayed
in this place so long

and you’ve just rushed by again
out of my reach forever
you’re one of those curious things
I know I can never catch
no matter how hard I try
gazing somewhere
just above my head,
you’re always thinking of
something else—
someone else.
and how could I ever force my way
into those thoughts?

and I know, somehow
that your ephemeral nature
will overtake you someday
and you’ll fly away,
find whatever unseen goal
you’re always focused on
and it will be beautiful
I won’t be there
but it will be beautiful