Leaf Dance

You stood transfixed leaf in hand

Telling yourself a story. It was your

First birthday, you were already talking avidly

Crafting a tale for your audience. That leaf,

Its tangible responsiveness embodied

In a tactile scrunch, meant that all the world

Was your stage on that bright spring day.


Tonight, I chanced upon a leaf

For its levitation caught my eye

A tiny boat waving, hovering,

Floating just above the ground

As if a marionettist were guiding

Invisible strings across invisible waves

This way and that in an almost

Imperceptible breeze. I’m standing

In the same spot as you did then,

A little thing, my chorister-to-be

Telling a tale to a dancing leaf.


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