WHAT YOU OWN

WHAT YOU OWN

a lightning bolt
spider stalking across skies
is not your property
nor can  a rushing shush sound
of a curving river belong to you
no, you belong to it
it being that moment you share
with wherever you are
and whoever you are
or will become
You do not own this moment
no more than time owns you
but you can trap a lightning bolt
you can harness it
use it
for energy, for strength, death
or for imagination
a river’s rush can serve as well
a memory key
to set your mind free
But it’s on you.