I reached for cotton floating through the air;
grasp after grasp it evaded my clutch,
floating effortlessly between my fingers.
Then I reached out with an open hand
and the cotton propped against my palm;
I slowly guided it toward me
until it dropped into my lap.
Working together we found a state of harmony.
Then with my hand still open
I scooped it up and cast it high into the sky
where the wind carried it away
along its journey.
And I stood,
from where I was lounging in the grass,
and continued on my own.