All Leaves

Well, some of what I write here will be new and some will be stuff which I wrote several years ago -- kept in various places


If I were the accountant of rights and wrongs
surely I might add them all up and try to find
the measure of credit to which I could balance
each emotional debit in my register

I'd be a mighty-fine accountant...

But the more I count these, the less I grow
and all the keeping track and perfect tote serves
as it would to gather All Leaves in Autumn for what
account and purpose Winter would not care or know

Say life's not fair as much as you care
but it is always a choice in our perception to make
to lay stake and claim to what we imagine is ours
But maybe then, we aren't looking - as deep as we dare