Golden aspen leaf dances in gusty wind,
Wildly maneuvering, yet never escaping
From two-foot circle near parent tree.
What holds the leaf in kite-like arcs?
Gravitational pull, like planets and moons?
Long, thin strand of spider's webbing?
Leaf buffets and swirls, but makes no
Substantive progress, like marginalized
Folks' persistent taps on glass ceilings.
When I returned two hours later, leaf had
Achieved independence. Relief for flight, and
Regret about not witnessing final pirouette.
Ann Beth Blake
(c) November 14, 2013