The rush you get stepping on autumn leaves,
the crushing and crinkling below your feet.
            These thoughts they submerged me
as I found one on my car early this morning,
soaked in on my windshield from days of soaring.
Laid there surrounded by pebbles of rain,
and left me thinking the way life is strange.
One moment we’re lifted through tree limbs and air,
carried by the breeze, feeling weightless up there.
But how that same breeze can lead us astray,
and plant us on windshields just to be whipped away.