2002/leaf

A leaf spins
in mid-air
outside the
window
by my desk,
the web that
binds it
invisible.
It swings
in an arc
as it spins faster
and faster,
assuming the animation
of another species.
And then it settles
at center,
and slows
to near stillness,
seeming to be
taunted by the wind,
and its
insinuations,
that we cannot
escape
our limitations.

1/16/02