To Catch the Sunlight

By Julian Denney

The particles filter between my fingers,

Yellow dispersing into a pulsing red.

The tingling sensation dully lingers,

While through the waving grass, my footfalls tread.

There is no hope to grasp it in my hands,

Fractures of sunlight through the ozone.

Bouncing off the drifting land, the ocean sands,

It stays persistent through my waking lone,

My solo strolls between the trees;

Through mountain breeze and distant pleas.

Never landing in my palm,

It urges, it pleads,

To place a calm—

To put my desperate heart at ease.