Craig Wisner

The Spiral Leaf.

Attached to a branch

since birth


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


now resting

on the canyon floor.


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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