a single fly

one fly
gets in, somehow.
an open door,
a crack in the window.
I hear the buzz
as he circles the room
like a wayward thought,
in and out of
the lights,
never landing.
never quite
reachable to chase
out, or hit.
he has his day with me.
his night.
but in time,
i'll win out.
fly for now. have fun.
soon it ends. as all
annoying thoughts will do.
no doubt.