Yesterday I noticed one remaining leaf
Dangling from the tree by the garden
Long, crisp, holding by a thread.
The November wind chills it.
In summer
I could have told you
I have feelings for you
Instead I said
There’s a sapling growing for you
In my heart space.
The two are one and the same.
I told you that and you came to me.
What a gift.
And we travelled together.
The sapling flowered in September.
The last message came from you by October’s end.
The last leaf fell.
The ground is frozen.
Frost has entered the chat.
No more movement.
The roots hit ice crystal walls.
I contemplate the sapling in stillness.
And now I travel alone.
I call in space.
I call in space within me.
I leave for the Ur-Jungle
I leave for the Ur-Mountains
The root of the Amazonia
And I’ve released focus.
I release focus on the fact that I miss you.
Somewhere in the vastness within myself
There’s a small, hidden valley; smoke rises.
Our peaceful cow lies basking in the sun
Herbs are dried and organized
Under the thatched roof I’ve made.
I contemplate the sapling.
I am in stillness.
I am empty and full.
As each galaxy spreads apart in the macrocosm,
Distance accumulating by the day,
Each part of me gains distance from every other
In the microcosm of self.
I have room to grow.
Every part of me has room to grow.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 