The Dangling Leaf
By Albert Fried-Cassorla
A leaf skittered in the sunlit wind
a marvel, dripping.
Blasted forward one moment by a sudden gust,
then becalmed, and thrust,
utterly dangling there in front of us
It angled so slowly down!
Bobbing and tipping towards the ground
like a soul whose way could not be found.
How like you and me, this dancing singularity!
We move forward through life's set motions,
Then careen into peace - sweet, suspended unprediction.