there is a moment overflowing
when a passing breeze
fills
the leaves
and the tree sways embracing the air
and it is too big, too good
too much
billowing branches
following, straining, holding, reaching
and
releases
stretching out to the passing air feeling
and quivering rests
remembering

hold and release this world too much for us
everywhere too much
and yet my fingers follow
reaching and grasping
for
memories of moments
beyond me swept