Unknown Hour
Unknown Hour
The branch
holding you for so long
knew it was ‘time.’
The ring inside this tree’s sturdy trunk
forms another circle like each tick
on a clock.
Letting go, you waffled left, then right.
For a few moments, you hovered
in the air like a ballerina
completing a pirouette.
You fell landing in a tranquil pond.
When you touched the water,
it was a soft kiss.
A gentle ripple spread itself.
You held each other.
The unknown hour came.
You were pulled under
by what, by whom…no longer relevant.
Gone, yet there lies a trace.
Your veins stretch across your
leaf’s face.
I see a part of its pattern in me.
Right now, the pond holds the reflection.
I turn aside, moving on—
the branch let another leaf fall.
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