It captures a cloud
but it slips through its beaming fingers
and disappears into nothing again.
It seizes a wave
but its glowing top is light itself
and fades away to its own darkness.
Through a ship it goes and seems to sink it
but its sailing on to it its own destiny.
The moon despites the weak grip out in this
and the stars do not see them.
Only the earth is a mild chest
for this lonely, fumbling hand,
it let its light on its rough skin
and acts like a huge heavy woman
that doesn't turn down a desperate caress.