I Dare Not Write It

I don’t want to write it

Because then it will stick.

I don’t want it to stick,

to stay,

to find a permanent home in words.

I want it to pass.

I will behold it in the moment of its birth

its death.

Let it be…

For pity’s sake,

Not this one.

Not now.

That I could hold without capturing.

That I could feed freedom daily to thought,

                                                               to beauty,

                                                                              to keep it as my pet...

No.

Let it be.

I love you.

It’s true.

I adore how unique you are.

The way the light shines in

and casts a glitter of dust across the room.

Just now.

I hear the buzzing

Whirring

Electric air

It doesn’t empty you of this:

A knowing embrace of here and now.

But I don’t want to write it.

I want to leave you where you are,

A wild creature

for me to see with my eye,

For my mind

to fill in the airy spaces with thought,

                                                          belief,

                                                                        unseen,

                                                                                      things known.

And now,

in this way, I never really see you

for how you are

                       …which seems sad.

But it is a gift to me

when my Creator spins the world this way

for me to see it

this way…

a gift.

I cannot share it

I cannot keep it

I dare not write it.