Each day
The weight of a leaf
Falling
into a pile
we gather
up
at the end
Each leaf is 5 grams;
but the pile
weighs
hundreds of
pounds
No weight in our hand
Simply the feeling
Of crisp form
Its corners, ridges,
And variegation
of hues
Some days we conclude in prayer,
“Oh, thank God it’s over,”
Yet it counts,
this one leaf,
filling our bin of days
Experiencing
Ourselves,
One leaf at a time.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:23 PM UTC
Each day
The weight of a leaf
Falling
into a pile
we gather
up
at the end
Each leaf is 5 grams;
but the pile
weighs
hundreds of
pounds
No weight in our hand
Simply the feeling
Of crisp form
Its corners, ridges,
And variegation
of hues
Some days we conclude in prayer,
“Oh, thank God it’s over,”
Yet it counts,
this one leaf,
filling our bin of days
Experiencing
Ourselves,
One leaf at a time.
All the days fill the leaf pile of experiences that are our life. They may feel light and mundane, yet they add up.
