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Falling, a Leaf

1

my pen moves

 

makes breath

visible

 

as I become

transparent

 

feed the light

2

everything passes

 

going

where it’s going

 

traffic

people

seasons

 

the earth waits

camouflaged

in beauty

 

to be fed

3

it takes a lifetime

to accept

the truths our hearts reject

 

to lose with grace

4

I’ve come to

this celebration

with a gift

 

a grain of sand

 

to irk and delight

oysters

5

my vision

narrows

 

I see a burst

of flowers

 

white purple fuchsia

 and a sparrow

6

two weeks ago

a woman I knew

died

 

she was gifted and strong

 

bursting with life

unlived

 

her flesh betrayed her

like an avalanche

7

this is where

I am

 

I claim this place

 

I am as artful

as a grain of sand

 

ripening into

a dark and bulbous pearl

8

the moment

flutters

on my breath

 

a tiny dancer

 

a tinsel rose

that was a ballerina

9

two women are drinking coffee

speaking French

 

beside them

chin on paws

a fat dog waits

 

someone’s provided him

with a dish of water

 

drowsing

he hears their voices

 

he is content

10

I watch the dog

he is old

and unattractive

 

large patches

of brown

on his pale back

 

a thick belly

 

he sees me watching

his stub of a tail

wags

11

something is happening

between us

 

an awareness

 

he and I

have arrived

at the same place

12

honesty

pushes outwards

 

a child

begging

to be born

 

innocent

yet already cruel

 

already capable

of wounding

13

age has

flavours

 

subtle as the shadows

flowers cast

14

at my feet

a small circle of light

 

I step aside

 

cast my shade

elsewhere

15

I lay words down

in layers

 

bone

on bone

 

a stack

of burials

in a crowded

graveyard

16

meaning

meaning

meaning 

meaning

meaning

 

words cut adrift

from sense

 

make children sputter

with laughter

17

in time

the journey becomes

simple

 

no longer

climbing

 

no longer looking

skywards

 

no longer

grasping at twigs

finding footholds

 

on the downward slope

the journey becomes

effortless

18

falling

a leaf

has no wings

 

no rudder

of a tail

 

no aspirations

to grace

 

allowing the wind

to twist it

this way and that

 

giving its body

to the dance

 

a leaf is

fearless

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