Friday, November 11, 2005
Falling leaf
No not autumn, which it is incidentally, but just the spectacle – a leaf falling, catching the bursts of sunlight through its serrated edges, catching the swirls, the loops, following its journey as far as the eye can follow (from a moving vehicle, let's face it, when do we get the time to catch it except while travelling – those mandatory traffic-heavy hours spent 'fruitlessly' each day...) as it goes where it wills, with the wind.
It might just drop dead from the tree, onto the pavement. But it might not. It might take its own time, drifting a little out of the way. It might. Lately you haven't really given it any thought. So you really can't tell. It might be doing really crazy things out there. It might. You don't really know.
But I think I've begun to care. If I can care about blotching a bundle of pages with ink, in 'time', and making sure they reach anonymous 'readers' in 'time' again; and I care enough to spend sleepless hours thinking up 'creative' ways of blotching the ink...I think I can allow myself the luxury of wondering where the leaf drifted off today...I might.
It might just drop dead from the tree, onto the pavement. But it might not. It might take its own time, drifting a little out of the way. It might. Lately you haven't really given it any thought. So you really can't tell. It might be doing really crazy things out there. It might. You don't really know.
But I think I've begun to care. If I can care about blotching a bundle of pages with ink, in 'time', and making sure they reach anonymous 'readers' in 'time' again; and I care enough to spend sleepless hours thinking up 'creative' ways of blotching the ink...I think I can allow myself the luxury of wondering where the leaf drifted off today...I might.
