I grasp small shadows
in my tight fists
so they won't fly away
& disappear
like everything else

unexpected the daylight
holds fast to me
it stays past sunset & midnight
& folds into my dreams
these waves & particles
of fission warm my heart
now ablaze

and open hands

#cosopoetry #poetry
A rare poem these days. I may be rusty. It's difficult for me to judge.