I watched a leaf fall.
No. I watched a leaf dance
to the music of gravity
watched it pirouette
by itself to the ground
a spot of color among the rest now
it’s moment of excellence spun
a brief moment on the infinite
grand stage of air
before coming to rest
at the variegated trunk of the proscenium.
One of millions to put on a brightly
colored frock and linger with the chorus
line supporting cooling murmurs of the sun
among the branches, still twinkling
verdant harmonies until thinning notes
drift across stretched measures
and the next is one it is not in
it has detached, ran off to join the growing
patch work show beneath the level of
harmonic shadows, gone to join its peers
for a regular check and a slow graying
into a collage without edges
slowly embraced by dark puddled mud.
Returned to it’s roots, with its contemporaries
to slowly sink beyond the performance
where I watched it fall.
Where I watch it dance .