Under Weigh

Riffs & Poetry 
A'play in the wind
   a leaf come unhinged
It's shadowed a million thresholds
Millions more but who's counting?
Doors, doors, half-open doors
   all on gilt hinges
   always ornate
      with the sun and the stars
         and a lost moon
Searching its silver nimbus
Little moon. Little Moon!
All eyes looking out
         not in
      not down at its anchor
   Never look down, Little Moon.
It looks to weigh said weight
It's looking out, out, out
  into the offing
    searching for home
      now gathering speed
        and the things it'll need along the way:
          the little leaves, and the wings
            and some seeds, seeds, seeds,
              for longing's unfathomable range
Little leaf. Little Leaves!
   A leaf come undone
      free of roots, anchor and orbits
Sun and Moon, thresholds and hinges
Doors ajar leaking Time
Don't look down
Follow the whispers, Little Leaf
To the moon looking out
Follow the whispers now
There's always the wind to remind. The Wind!
Always The Wind somehow
Always the song
   of the Mothertree calling
Go to that door.
Always the song
   on the wind
Forever leaking in
Always the wind looking out
   to remind us, Little Leaves
Always The Wind
   and her whisper

Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash

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