Craig Wisner

The Spiral Leaf.

Attached to a branch

since birth

indistinguishable

from the leaves surrounding

-until some rain

and a gust of wind

set you free.

Spiraling, spiraling

downward from the cliffs

through waterfall spray

and pulsing gusts.

Caught and lifted

by unseen currents

-a midair dance

tracing loops and circles

bringing patterns to life

drawing across the sky.

Independent, alive, and shining

-but eventually falling

and joining the obscurity

of those that have already danced

-unwitnessed

now resting

on the canyon floor.

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One response

  1. Tom

    The trajectory of my life, fluttering and spiraling, dipping and soaring in the wind.

    December 27, 2016 at 2:20 pm

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