Here in Pasadena, Los Angeles, a small group of writers had an open mic poetry-reading afternoon yesterday in the lovely backyard of one of our participant members. I was pleased to contribute with the following poem, previously published in Cecile’s Writers Magazine, Vol. 11, Oct. 2016 by Jose L Recio:
A Stream and a Leaf
Hiking on a trail,
Just today,
I halted
At the edge of a creek
There, I saw,
Floating downstream,
A leaf—A small, green thing.
Now slow and then quicker,
It slid on.
Expelled from a tree,
By sheer force it went
Down into the river,
Or so I guessed.
And where from there?
Will this leaf reach the sea?
If instead of a leaf,
Floating on a stream
Toward the river and the sea,
It was a soul,
I reckoned,
On what stream
And toward what river and sea
Would it float?