yesterday i saw a leaf leap
from a tree it just let go
an arc of awkward freedom
and instead of falling it
lifted up and out of sight
stand on a chair
lift your hands high
it is never enough
like slipping through
pale mist the kiss of
cold against skin every
button undone down
to the last one down
down down down
when you’re ready to leap
let go crop circle geometry
will be your guide you will
glide awkwardly lifted up
and out of sight
stand on a chair
lift your hands high
it is never enough
what mystery still remains
what survives the reigns
the harnessed desire that
strains to reach inside and
touch the dust of dreams
stand on a chair
lift your hands high
it is never enough
bhagiti 9.20.07 perrysburg, oh
