This poem was written for Poem A Day for the April 27,2008 prompt to write a poem about longing.
Longing is a bullfighter’s game.
Like his tempting cape what
we long for is out of reach, teasing us
to chase it and run in circles.
If we briefly touch it, it is not solid
and gives way. Pursuing it can leave us
bleeding in the dust.
Sheryl Kay Oder