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  • Today the leaves fell
    with a new weight, a certain
    confidence bestowed
    by the Frosty hands of a
    crisp Fall morning.

    They had won over gravity
    (this once), and fell
    frozen and entombed
    into hair and bike tires
    falling to
    foreshadow the snowflakes
    that might visit next season.

    I liked their weighted lightness
    it gave their lightness more weight

    as if to say that lightness
    isn’t so light after all
    that there is a hidden depth to everything
    that just waits for the harsher elements
    to be revealed.

    Are we not all waiting for our lives to be given a little more weight?
    We yearn for our lives
    to be full of gravity
    to make others stop in their tracks
    and notice the unique and fragile nature
    about the way we fall down.

    (Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
    All the Kings Horses
    and all the Kings Men
    couldn't put Humpty together again

    I hope I can fall down as graciously as that leaf,
    I hope I can catch the sunlight like that,
    so that my fall is not so tragic
    but also full of beauty and grace.

    And when I fall I hope it shatters the frost
    that gave it weight.
    Once we fall there is no need for gravity.
    Gravity doesn’t exist when you’re lying on the floor.

    We notice only the shooting star, the falling leaf that catches the sun at
    just the right angle.
    These are brief moments in time
    but they are given the weight of importance
    because we notice them.

    Photo by: Rishad Daroowala
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