I Tried To Catch The Wind

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.

The Windstorm by Antônio Parreiras 1888, Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons, Google Art Project