{Almost}

My hand cramps, refusing

To open and accept the gift.

Instead I hold, stubborn, 

On what I know to be worthless,

And from my tight, clenched fist, 

The offering slips through my grasp

And leaves mere skeletons

Of pleasure between my fingers -

Bare bones sucked dry of life, 

Like guilt. Frantically, I open

My hands to remedy

The moment, but find I must wait

For another. 

Photo Credit: Shin, Crom. dandelion. 20 May 2016. Flickr Creative Commons.