Words have the power to cling on
Like—a sliver of lint on
an unwary shoulder
or a floating floret of a dandelion
grazing the wasi-sabi rifts of the skull.
A playful pounce of a puppy trapped
in the body of a furry leviathan
or the patter of sheets of aluminum rain
on the leathery hide of us.
Like a looming purple comet
getting larger as it plummets
or a tackle from a friend
that leaves you
laughing, breathless –