POEM: Wisdom of the Leaf

The mind is architect of a slum town of grief.
Silent words, yet ceaseless calling.
I envy the simple way of a falling leaf.
No grasping, nor fear of falling.
 
If a thought could twist on the wind for its brief life —
not frantically seeking hold.
We would not live these dear lives strafed by strife.
We’d not find our dreams bought and sold,
or feel untimely turning old —
vigor sapped by a false form of cold.

And life would be all we had to live.

1 thought on “POEM: Wisdom of the Leaf

  1. Nice poem. It reminds me of “Eternity” by William Blake:

    He who binds to himself a joy
    Does the winged life destroy;
    But he who kisses the joy as it flies
    Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

    Your poem also reminds me of an essay I once wrote (and no longer have). Its title was “Holding on Loosely: Finding a Balance Between Permanence and Change.”

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