Snippets and scraps of wisdom
Furiously copy and collect quotes
Try and grab on to ideas in hopes that they’ll stick.
But they drift and settle
In nondescript locations
And no matter how badly I want to hold on to their quality
They dry up, break down, and lose their initial splendor.
A wind change and they’re scattered.
I grasp at them;
But no sooner does the fist close ’round
Than they dissolve and fade from memory.
No sooner do I identify one
Than that leaf blows neath the rest of the heap
No longer remarkable, decipherable, identifiable
From the rest.
Further proof that
All these – none of these –
Are mine to keep or hold as my own.
Neither wisdom, nor moments, nor leaves, nor snowflakes
Nor any other of the divine’s holdings
A steward is all
Whose domain’s graciously on loan
And hopefully, whose care and keeping