The Catch in the Wind

What we've so easily passed. What we've so easily missed. What is so hard to forget.

Like the calm views of a grand vista.

An open surrounding

Of earth, and sky

The fire pit of neatly shapen rocks

The sillouhettes that formed above the sand

And all of this was captured

All but the wind.

 

The subtle air

The presence

The vibrant tone of this adventure is gone.

Only the evidence remains.

The rest is a memory.

 

Elsewhere, there are bright city lights.

A bridge that towers

Cars, people, change

So much is happening

And so much is lost.

Again, see the sillohouettes...

 

And all of it has been captured

All of it has been caught.

Save the experience - it dies in memory.

Like the catch in the wind.

 

And the brightest, the surest,

some say, the best

Of them all:

Envious and deprived.

Not lonely or alone.

Not without or unhappy.

Starving for something that can't be placed

Something that can't be captured.

 

Life has changed them all so brilliantly.

But life has changed so darkly

The Envious would be jealous

Emotion would split with rage.

A subtle volcano of spite.

 

These friends, that have gone their own ways

These others who have moved on.

 

Did Envy have the same chances?

Did Envy have the same choices?

 

For Envy things went differently.

No horizon for adventure.

No lights from the city.

No wealth, no prosperity.

Only familly without love.

It was hard.  It was painful.

Perhaps harder than the rest.

 

So many can just run away.

It had no just reward for Envy.

Ongoing punishment

That bore an endless sentence.

And the crime?

Envy had no crime.

 

Where would they be?

If captured or caught?

Would they have enjoyed so much?

The city they relished?

The horizon they saw?

These things were captured.

The grandeur was lost, but the image the same.

 

Those sillouhettes

Standing on the bridge

Standing on the dune

Standing before their city

Standing before their horizon

 

Those sillohouettes

With their catches, their captures, and lures

Had their prize

And for their great memories

For all of the prizes that had come before

 

Had forgotten Envy

 

For Envy, there would be no capture.

No catch in the wind.

Envy was a curse -

And be cursed until the end.