Fly

Fly

by Kelp

This fly will die
When you arrive.

By the time you arrive,
It will not be.

So short is its lifespan,
But now --

It will not rest!
It flies unceasingly.

It spans the length
of our living room,

Out in a line
and back again,

As if sewing the air
Into a seam,

As if searching for something
It knows was here.

Was here before
But now is gone.

Was it you?
Or do I dream?