I watched them swaying. They’re terrified I thought;
or is it me who is so afraid to fall?
What’s it like to be the leaf, knowing you are as important as a penny in a millionaire’s hand?
What’s it like to be cautious with every breeze, your fingers frozen to the tips,
and Winter comes like an abusive Father,
down the stairs, your heart breaking with every step?
Or is the Leaf ready for anything? A lover of risk and fate’s cold stare?
There’s the skin I want to be in, when the time comes:
to be like that, and guard against nothing,
to ride the wind, and cradle the air, and fall, and fall, and fall.
Dec 10, 2013