Entrapped
Over there,
by the corner of the garage where the fence meets the wall at an obvious juncture,
they blow.
The leaves,
in a circular vengeance they rise and fall with the wind,
captured within the unnatural conspiracy of angles
a pattern never the same, yet never different.
Blink your eyes quickly and for a moment they freeze in space,
brown crisps reveal their now weathered sieve of holes,
no longer complete, or perhaps just never satisfied.
My mind continues this way,
suspending thoughts for a time, analyzing them to death
So many I adore and revisit with added frequency, however useless
others evaded, yet their persistence to be first must be commended.
Bored again I wait for the next,
which inevitably appears in quick succession
A massive collection already, though most dont bother to stop and converse,
yet the ability to purge them is beyond my function.
Add me another,
whisper, yell or scribe to the wind
as the ceaselessness of this vortex will surely consume them with shameless greed.
And on the rare occasion
where on the wings of shear velocity will a worthy revelation escape this trap
then perhaps,
just perhaps you’ll welcome it within yours.
