LEAVES OF STAR-WATER

Leaves
saucers for pre-dawn raindrops
twinkle stars
in their universe of breeze
as gentle as the sun’s arising.

How much light travels to me
not from light years of cosmic gases above
but from the grove of leaves
on the hillside below
vibrating Earth’s wet pixie dust
up to caress my eyes.

The trees display
their constellation of star-water
no eons of planning
simply being present
to offer their green towels
to wetness
while I wonder
as their soul observer.
Do the leaves simply play
their own sparkling symphony
for the eyes
to reveal they move through time
that only exists now?

The Earth is here
to hold the tree
to hold leaves
to hold raindrops
and move with the breeze
as it glitters good morning
on its way elsewhere.

The confluence of mystery
becomes a whole
of its parts
and I become bound
within its spell
free for these moments
to participate in a greater origin without need to ask.