Aimless but intent you wander about,
a Phoenix reborn for the thirty-third time.
Deep and long you sigh when you find me –
the unforecast late spring whim.
I stay the delightful while
of the lifespan of a shooting star
unburdened by the human wish.
Then you leave happy,
your mouth blasting smiles like confetti.
That’s how you play hide-and-go-seek.

I sense you.
I see you.
I touch you.
You’re proud but needy when you visit.
You fall,
and then go.
But you’re weak, and greedy,
and can never seriously leave.
I disappear,
with your bite mark on my left rib.
That’s how I play finders-keepers.

©Kozi Nasi