Chasing the Wind

A poem

If I let go of anything else
there will be nothing left
Everything is leaving
When I reach out to grasp it
— It vanishes

I can’t hold on to it
— any of it
It’s all slipping away
I feel I should run after it
But I can’t
It has turned to a breeze
a vanishing breeze

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