Old Leaf Falling

Sitting on my deck I watched it fall
An old brown and crusty leaf
Like overcooked bacon in the pan
The audacity of being so late!
A year!

It floated up and down decending, much like his predecessors
An anachronym for all to see
Came crumpling to the ground
Crushing its being amidst more luxurious lawn
Perhaps it awaited this softer green bed

It really was not that late
For already dead, he quickly melded into history
Overtaking decomposition if you will
Like cremated ash fertilizing some farmer’s field

Should not we depart as he?
Swiftly, no lingering on in pain in some home we do not own
I wilt, I weaken, I fall and die
No pain, no boredom I quickly sigh
And make my little contribution
To the Universe of Why.

06/01/2017