To the Glory of God
To Gwyneth, with Love
It’s July
A small yellow leaf fell
Sometimes looking at nature is a feeling of communication
Everything hangs in the air
Even my smile seems a spirit
The curtain of green gives way
Yet the ocean and lakes are at my finger tips
Behind me is an audience sharing my view
They include the back of my head
If only it was merely the stage
The audience is a burden no matter where you’re seated
Like the stars in the night sky, a world of people
Can irony exist if we look alone?
Our perception relies on the speed of light
As space is bent
The difference in my mind is existence itself
The forest has become time
Leaves are like the hands on a clock
The seconds fall like autumn
With idiocy I am intelligent
The laughter I hear hurts me yet everyone has become the butt of a joke
If I catch up to how slow I am and win the race
Suddenly I am in the wrong race
Great power in a tiny fallen leaf
Keeping me alive
Pain is cast aside because I need to say something
The tide that washes me away leaves me
The waters of true power are always near
The sands of time will always be fun
The beach is ridiculous as I throw away my protection from my exposed belly|
The veil is always false
Even when it’s meant to be
Look, here I am, no, over there
I’m kind, no, you’re leaving
The tiny existence of that leaf comments on everything
I can’t discerned whether I’m glad or pained by it|
With a tiny bit of green on it
Things will always change and I will always be behind and ahead
The only present is thought
It can vanish or change all existence
The crux and the cusp
We are what we are even in nightmares
Yet we don’t create ourselves
The leaf has my existence as much as I have its
I can’t change my place in things
All I can do is find and treasure it
With a wax pressing in a book
Or with my very being every day
As I let go and lose where it was
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