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
Translations from the English 
I like it.
Thank you.
You have a great way of expressing your thoughts into words that I feel people can relate to in their own life.
Thank you, Larry.
Jeff, you just keep knocking them out of the park.
Thank you, sir.
I love the personification of things blown by the wind—leaves, feathers, dandelions—things that simply go where they are blown, fulfilling their purpose, their design, even if that is something they or we will ever understand.
Thank you yet again, Jeff, for more beautiful verse.
Many thanks, Jason. Glad to see you here!