Hour Fifteen – Clarity Mary Pecaut
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Clarity
Late autumn leaves thin
as lace reveal what might
otherwise be concealed.
Veins branching and rebranching
like city roads carry loads
of water and sugar navigating
xylem and phloem cells.
The leaf is able to be leaf.
Fully itself.
The hummingbird is content
as itself.
The path is the path
in conversation with its surroundings.
Who are you?
Wonderful, layered and surprising.
Lovely. I always love it when a poem ends with a question like this. It makes my mind wander around the poem more than once until I can finally answer the question