Light in a Jar
By Stephanie Aquino
There it is, effortlessly floating on.
Nothing but air. But my hands can't grasp it.
My aching legs run me across the lawn.
It lands on a flower, fragile wings quit.
It's mine, struggling against my hand with force.
Yet it feels so soft. I bring it inside.
Gently into the jar without remorse.
My eyes peek through the glass, it wants to hide.
But I see shimmering wings, delicate.
As if one touch could destroy that perfect
Harmony of something so intricate.
Wishing forever mine, I overstepped.
If I were that creature or it was me
I know all I'd want was to be set free.
By Stephanie Aquino
There it is, effortlessly floating on.
Nothing but air. But my hands can't grasp it.
My aching legs run me across the lawn.
It lands on a flower, fragile wings quit.
It's mine, struggling against my hand with force.
Yet it feels so soft. I bring it inside.
Gently into the jar without remorse.
My eyes peek through the glass, it wants to hide.
But I see shimmering wings, delicate.
As if one touch could destroy that perfect
Harmony of something so intricate.
Wishing forever mine, I overstepped.
If I were that creature or it was me
I know all I'd want was to be set free.
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