243. Reaching

I'm reaching out for something.
What? I do not know
All I know is that if I stretch
far enough,
I may be able to reach it.
With many grabs and snatches,
One would think I'd catch it,
but no -
I'm still here, holding nothing
When will my hands be filled?
How many reaches at nothing will
finally yield me something?
I grab at everything -
Left only with a movement of air,
a tightened fist.

Only then do I realize that every time
I grab, I've lost a chance to catch -
my hands are closed.
I choose instead to open my heart.