Conversations (XX) — to the emptiness
You remember the space between branches.
You remember being the last leaf.
You remember them slipping away in the wind
but the wand of the universe held you twisting.
You remember accepting the wind’s tongue
Making its voice the only voice others heard
And thought was yours.
And the wind’s tongue turned you over until
You were facing a different space between
Branches and saw twisting there one other
Leaf who had heard on stillest nights in early
Winter your true voice all along