Fleeting Wishes of Early May

At first i thought myself the breeze
through the torn screen window
that rustled the papers on the floor.
So brisk, so sudden,
so carelessly motivated.

Then, the reflection
of the soccer net in
the neighbor's second-floor window.
Iridescent, and holey
in the shifting light of May noon.

Then the spider web,
in the crevices of the
desk in the corner
of the bedroom.
Made invisible until
they are touched,
then lingering helplessly
before being brushed off.

Until it came to me how lucky it is
to be alive at all, as my
gracefully loping human form shut
the window, and continued
dusting off the desk.