Here it is:
Here it is inside my palm,
Curling as you do against my side.
Do you see it?
Here it swells like the subtle curves
I discover in your belly every morning.
Here it stretches upwards
Like a bird taking flight, like
That breath-holding moment
Before I let go of the cage and fall.
Twisting through the air, tumbling,
My eyes forced open by this wind
That is not wind.
And when the rope jerks me back again
Like the hand of a capricious god,
Sound floods back into the world –
But the colours (a moment ago
More bright and alive than ever before)
Wash away as my breath falls back into my body.
I have flung myself from this incongruous crane,
Higher than the tallest of the tall trees around the paddock.
Dizziness does not overwhelm me; fear does not assault me.
I swan-dive into the eternal unknown,
Knowing that I fear this every day.
I fall towards the earth because I crave this leap into my life.
Because I crave kinship
With this: curled into my palm.
Here is if:
The leaf.
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