Meditation

Leaving the kitchen in a hurry, I scampered down the stairs clumsily and hit my head on the pair of waders hanging from the exposed pipe that has become a makeshift rack. I look up to see the dangling neoprene feet swaying back and forth serving as blinds to what lays outside the garage.

If I could only be a leaf. To be able to carry a world within yourself. To be able to hold the weight of a world. To have a complexity so deep yet so apparent. To exist as a necessary piece to a whole. To spread myself far and wide. To find myself completed when I die.