Light in the distance
A globe or maybe an orb
It flits around the corners of my heart
Dashes against the edges of my mind
I look and touch and smell
What it may be like
I want things a way
Smooth oiled machines
But life isn’t so oiled
It’s jagged and rough
There are times when moments
Connect seamlessly and those I pocket
And dissect later
But mostly it takes work
and prayer
and sweat
-Saschia