Sunday, September 23, 2012

Poem for Today


When the wind swirled over you,
You dropped off your branch,
Letting love envelope you, and push you out.

So you went,
drifting and spinning,
Cast high over pools of water,
And the roots of your own tree.

But when the blowing stops,
I see you float down,
Coming close to the ground again.

No matter what happens now,
I don’t think the earth will trap you again.

Aug 2012.