A shoot rises
from a branch,
becomes a stem
and then a leaf.
The leaf unfurls
and stretches out
to the edges of itself
and stops.
It takes up room
in the breeze for months,
until it goes brilliant
and follows its own path
to the ground.
How hard it is
to contemplate this
and not ask
why?
1 comment:
After Borges
A leaf is like a
Page in the Book of Sand. Once
Turned, it won’t come back.
[Disposable Poem November 5, 2012]
Dr. Mike
Post a Comment