The Effort Of The Wayward Strand Poem by Helen C Capan

The wayward strand
begged me
to touch it,
to gently place it,
with great purpose
lovingly behind
its owner’s ear
close enough
to breathe the same air
and to be just inches from
his heart.

So I approached
to gently, slowly
place the strand
where it belonged
behind its owner’s ear
mere inches from
his heart.

In that moment
a smile spread
across his face
like time-lapsed
photography of a
sunflower in bloom,
but alas from ear to mouth
the signal stopped,
afraid to leap into
his heart.

And the inches
from smile to heart
became a chasm
that the love in the
touch could not
bridge.

So the effort of
the wayward strand
alas was brought to naught,
yet the smile that
spread across his
face will live
immortally.
By Helen C Capan 2009