The feeling of being the leaf in the wind.
The feeling of being the ice glinting in the sun.
The shadow of the tree branch.
The feeling of being the shadow of the tree branch in winter.
The bird flying in the sky above the electric wires.
The feeling of being restless.
The feeling of something coming.
Be the leaf. Be the ice. Be the tree. Be the bird.
Be the bird who flies
the shadow that marks out the branch
the ice not melting in the sun
the leaf that scrapes over the ground.
Be the something that is coming.
2 thoughts on “One”
I like this poem very much. thanks
Thank you. I always feel restless in the spring. I guess it is the new things on the horizon feeling that comes along with this time of year, the senes of change…
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