A fleeting thought

Brushes by like a pinprick

Slips through my fingers

Creeps and shape-shifts

Like the color of a Starling

Catching the light then refracting

Refusing to let me pinpoint

Where exactly we were

Perhaps it was that spot

On the front porch

Where the light looked best

Soaked through the leaves

In a particular way

When I could see your face

Clearly for just a moment