you can catch me

you can catch me when I land

you've shaken me into the air again and again
sometimes knowing well I'm like the pigeon
never flying far, following, always looking to return;
and then at times
when the clean sky calls me and the bounds of earth
appall me, I am something else,
launched from your wrist, and maybe waiting on
or maybe gone --
and I feel you hoping to me far below.

but that's because you stand