What made you yearn
to feel like a leaf?
Is it the lure of green?
the feather-like weightlessness
or the bliss?
Or is it just the rage
the pure, pure rage!
against every illusion
of life without a root?
But you’re a root without life;
Is this the stasis that you seek
In having a source
to which you return
while you trace the vein
to which you cling
when the storm rages.
you’re an outcast;
when a leaf
a leaf amongst stones
and when amongst leaves a stone
a stone haltered by a stone.
as your body swings suspended swaying
swaying like the leaves.
But you’re a stone
a stone an haltered stone.
