Elusion

I caught a glimpse of it
in the fading night—
that thing I’ve been searching for.
It zipped past me
on a shooting star,
hung briefly on the moon.


I chased it, but tripped over my fear
and landed in a sea
of bitter tears.
I drifted on broken fragments of myself,
scattered and tossed by storm winds.


On the horizon,
I saw it again,
laughing,
As it ducked behind the rising sun.