ready for a new chapter , already,
a change of season, almost,
a different horizon, perhaps,
ready for a new hope, I hope.

This green leaf is ready to fall
off the limb, become compost
or be blown far off
into the distance.
Just give  me destiny
or what resides past the filtered
reality, today and tomorrow.

let me be the soil again,
dust or, maybe another leaf
more vibrant just opened,
with stomata uncluttered by polluted
nicotine a fresh unwrinkled skin,
a stem hard pointing my being up
into the sun of days
with strength again.

Yet, I remain attached , fearful
of turning loose
the very thing I get tired of.
May  will bring the answer.
Or June.