You Don’t Own the Poem

public domain photo - modified (darkened to night & added "fireflies")

You Don’t Own the Poem

(The Poem Owns You)

One night,

(mayhap after midnight)

you catch a glimpse of some-

thing (maybe moonlight)

sifting through the curtains,

dancing on the floor

and it draws you out-

side where you find (yourself

captivated by) some-

thing (perhaps a field

of wildflowers

lit by flickering fireflies)

  

You cup your hands

trying to capture

just a tiny smidgen

(with pen and ink)

of that beautiful,

magical glow

but you know

(no amount of holes

in any jelly jar lid

can sustain them

so) you have to

let them go.

PSC / 2019-Apr