Come here- got it!
No-
no no no no-
Argh! Why is it
everytime I have it my hand it slips right out?
It's like trying to catch an abstract noun
or a thought
or a feeling.
Impossible.
Stupid, too-
like trying to land a net around a poisonous gas.
Doesn't matter how hard you try
You'll never catch it-
you're just chasing something that it would be better to run from.
While you're aimlessly swiping at nothing
it's going to go up your nose
down your throat
in your lungs
bloodstream
heart.
Probably still be there after it's killed you.
Doesn't stop you trying to catch it, though, right?
And I'm still trying to hold on-
there! I had it-
but no.
It's gone.
It was there, though!
For a second.
Between my fingers.
But then I squeezed too tight and it darted away.
Through the crannies of my fingers-
dug a hole through the nooks, I expect.
It took all its bits and bobs with it.
Well, darn.
Seems like I can't hold onto anything.
