The Liberal Lens: Finding Life in the Moment

Darling, look at that leaf,
the one newly departed from its branch.

Tell me, my sweet darling,
where is its destination, where is it going?

Thousands have fallen in just the past hour,
and thousands more will in the next.

Yet none of them have traveled the path this will fall,
and none of them will ever travel it again.

You may say that its destination is the ground,
or the final moments of decomposition,
or even the atoms as they finally break apart
after billions upon billions of years later.

I look upon that leaf as it falls from its branch,
tracing its course through the sky to the ground.

To answer my question from lines three and four,
its final destination is in my memories — ’til I expire.