A leaf takes all your concentration.
A silver-green side and a brighter green
green side curled into a little boat.
Braving an uncertain voyage becoming real
only as it happens.
Intuitively you follow the music
of this singular leaf on its clear stream
for the value it must bring.
You needn't apologise for your nature
though you have a way of looking
in a minor key.
Your musicbox opens
the ballerina twirls
inevitably music ends
and there's your sadness.
This tiny boat pirouettes
catching light in every way
jaunty in the wavelets rhythm.
Now, this unnamed boat navigates its course
cheered on by by a hundred browning hulls
stranded among weeds either side.
You are aware of islands of trailing twigs
the danger of being snagged there forever.
And your fearless boat, as the biggest ships,
can be engulfed and sunk at any moment.
But you are satisfied this proud boat
will complete the longest journey.
It floats out of sight. Birdsong resumes.
Check your watch: yes, it's still there.