To Possess Nothing

I search for something I cannot see,
Something missing but nearby,
Something non-spatial;
palpable but atemporal,
I am mad to possess it!
I hunt for it like a falcon, confident in my flight,
Searching with sharp eyes, in swinging swoops,
ready to strike.
I search with a curious stirring
of emptiness; yet I am full – of nothing
as my talons grab hold of air,
but return bloodied and wounded.
Then a realization knocks
on the door to say
this prey I seek is unpossessable
for it already possesses me.