For a moment I thought
It was a butterfly
The yellow and orange leaf
That took flight from the swishing poplar trees
Across my balcony.
It swayed and fluttered in excitement
Here and there, up and down,
Undecided if right or left,
To the ground or up the sky –
Should I stay or should I go?
What to make of perceived options
When you lose your wings to know
That gravity always wins?
And ultimately to the ground
With or without wings.
