Saturday's Poem: One of the Butterflies

shadows

The trouble with pleasure is the timing

it can overtake me without warning

and be gone before I know it is here

it can stand facing me unrecognized

while I am remembering somewhere else

in another age or someone not seen

for years and never to be seen again

in this world

and it seems that I cherish

only now a joy I was not aware of

when it was here

although it remains out of reach

and will not be caught or named

or called back and if I could make it stay 

as I want to

it would turn to pain.

by W.S. Merwin from The Shadow of  Sirius