I can plunge my hand in and stir them up, like brown leaves dancing in water.
But I cannot catch them, for if I try they grow wings like starlings and fly, scattering beyond my reach.
Instead I must wait, patient, like the fisherman.
Let my fingers tickle the water, rather than plunging in.
My heart open,
That one will slide into my open hand
And decide to stay, for a while.
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