leapt

wondering that dark bud rising in new timidity through the bark of its branch a thought of being reaching out seeking simply seeking only because it is possible then finding light and breath and rising, now ecstatic as if a stilled wing in emergent color breath that happy breath passing night to day and having only time to say "Look. Look at all of us." before sleep and then rising, reaching again the light it feeds the skin the now unfurled flesh letting go restraint and reaching out the lovely sweet greed of life exuberant in being, reach again turning this longing of days the tiring and wear of fleshy striving desire strains its bounds whilst shrinking wings grow frail and darken in their work in the certainty of no finality the gift of will surrendering the weak flesh so to free its seeking from that pale silhouette out of that shade into all falling away now body, away to darkness to earthly maker and roots the act of absence creates anew the maker, drumming the time 'til the new and old song begins that new wonder falling away now body, away to darkness to earthly maker and roots the act of absence creates anew the maker, drumming the time 'til the new and old song begins that new wonder leapt that shadow did as that purity of longing flying now certainly, and far past the echo or even memory of that now absent leaf ever, we are ever reaching out [end]