I tried to catch the wind
one windy day.
Though all encompassing,
it passed my way.
It blew beyond me to
a hill? a tree?
then up into the sky
away from me.
But yet there is a wind
from in the past,
a memory, a drift,
a shadow cast
that comes forth one more time.
It has been caught,
and then again becomes
a fleeing thought.
I’ve put it into words,
a kind of rhyme.
I tried to catch the wind,
but wind is time.
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