a honeyed tang arrives
a consoling gusto
a dreamy grace
as if consigned to our care
for a brief embrace
not to be cradled or hoarded
only redeemed for a glimpse
of how much fun it is
to be alive
and then released
so it might rejoin
the shadows
from which it sprung
I’m not mad
it can’t stay forever
not sad it may have
roosted in desolate welcome
or marinated in wild grief
on its way to me
am only grateful
it chose me
for a while
-Robert Breszny
