leaf cut free

leaf cut free.

no more of gravity support restraining me.

winging it to the ground,

short flight, 

for all that life is born free in flight worth.

once landed, tumbling in the dream.

upside facing sky

with all the past history 

of day's journeys 

and night time, passing loud silence.

downside facing ground,

the intimacy of a small world view,

patterns of people 

and movement remembered

as close-ups 

that give telltales of character in play,

where impressions were not lost,

the stare-downs soaking up the presence.

if upside facing down as lasting,

to hear-see the other side 

of the eternal dialogue,

how gravity muses 

when sky is out to play,

how earth embraces of itself 

and of that which has descended,

to feel for the warmth 

and the eventual transformative demise.

if downside facing up,

as last refrain. 

how sky has sung through my entire life

to appreciate the everlasting, 

from background now to ever grace,

where shade taught me so much

that now sky delivers in wisdom,

for composition to take on,

to take on a great course of action.

soon, lifetimes will past again,

to know of myself from way before,

before upstanding as a tree presence,

before whims and cares about time.

it is all a grander course of action.

then to be known as a leaf.

but as angelic as it was,

being a tongue in the breeze,

shade to those with need,

ever in chorus with those around,

for one free flight.

my destiny becomes the circle-round. 

as this chapter retreats,

and the resounding story goes on . . .