Simple Sunday-On the Path

Late morning walk, wandering alone

along on the path of planks today

evidence of the forest's trees, leaves

haphazardly scattered, the day's early dew drops

in a suspended collection of fluid

each its own, yet all appear clear.

Mind's idea has been made clear

each entity upon the chartreuse field is alone

they are all loose and fluid

 though they may last only today

for if a mighty wind whisks their base and drops

it, they'd be scattered while the wind travels on and leaves.

An erratic flying carpet are fallen leaves

and each water speck shows clear

like glass, bare, displaying drops

cannot hide their home, the same yet alone

though those individuals melded, today,

together, a possible paradise of lucid fluid.

Thoughts inside soul fly fast and fluid

trying to grasp them like swirling leaves

and sort them out now, today

misty memories, tenacious thoughts, coming clear

gathering up ideas like puzzle pieces, alone

in the box, but now meshing delicately so nothing drops.

Now am debating, equating those drops

each separate, precarious piece of  fluid

mind in turbine mode, not leaving the process alone

contemplating the sight in my eyes, the dew, the leaves

an analogy formulating into concept clear

fashioning nature into a lesson today.

Gone, we are in a tomorrow, but here today

although each are all sizes, large to little drops

all cannot hide for all in essence are clear

shown sheer at our basic selves, humans' fluid

persona magnifies creation and the Wind really never leaves

but swirls around about forever so never alone.

Now sight and mind are fluid and clear

as on the path, the drops of dew on the leaves

today, trust the Mighty Wind alone.

CCB

6/5/2015

A Sestina