How do you catch a cloud
and pin it down?

Or corner a thing
that floats in wisps
ethereal wings?

Raise a hand and feel it weep,
cold drops to
spatter feet.

What heart could
pin it so,
speak the chastising word, no?

A nature not
made for earth.
Still waters hearts with tears of mirth.

Even when billows build,
muddled air, heated, then chilled.

Particles, a dancing clash
building energies full blast,

to strike the hand, pin poised.
A nature feared
also enjoyed.

You could never win.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Inspiration by:
‘Maria’
by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers