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Hard to trust a changing mind

Especially in between tides.

Hard to trust myself when my mind

Changes me as often as it does.

I have discovered once and for all what life is.

What life stands for,

How to see it.

Life is like that last leaf we see in a strong wind

Or during the most silent of evenings.

Its been put through all that could be given to it

It has toughed out the hardest of prevailing

Winds

And stuck to in the coldest of nights.

Then one day you can just tell it is going

To fall. You can sense it in the way the

Leaf trembles against the chill.

It almost looks like it is trying to

Free itself from the branch.

Then, twist, its off.

It is during that freefall to the

Ground in which life is embodied.

Gentle yet tumultuous it simply glides

As though it had nothing to wait for yet

Kept glancing at its watch.

It seems to dodge each and every branch

Down or to hit each one placed in its path

But never in between.

For some reason that last leaf seems

To fall so differently from the others.

At any rate, when it lands its perched above all else

Below it.

And there it rest triumphantly

Until a breeze carries it off.

You’d have never known it was there had

It not been for watching it.