A Poem: Ah

Ah I thought…
I love everything.
The summer sun;
the leaves on the shimmering trees;
the breeze
through the open window.

But the fleeting fantail
that just flew to alight
on the branch,
teaches me that life
and its gifts,
run ever out.

A closed fist
holds nothing of worth.
While an open hand,
though its treasures run out
through its fingers;
contains everything.

Ana Lisa de Jong
1 Jan 17

Image ‘Song of the Piwakawaka’  kindly shared by Joe McMenamin, painter and printmaker, Wellington, NZ

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