Leaves on a Green Tide

Leaves on a Green Tide 17th Nov 2008

If you could see the light in these leaves, the inter-layered half lings of shaded inbetweens that lift like sheets on a hills hoist; it is the sight of a green man sighing.
This stirring of some giant's pot, all of it the sensory probing and stamina of light and air feeding leaves which breathe and dance to the flexing of currents that eddy and froth all about them.
This current that passes and sometimes bends them in a turbulent motion of the unseen - I feel as though through the glass of a fishbowl I am watching, expecting brim and skip jack to gather, hoping to sight yellow-eyed, bright-eyed herring or mullet schooling drifting in the shallows...and somewhere distant, I can just make out their free forming of silver undersides that flex and twist when gravitating in the wash the shining in the green waves and currents beyond...
With each new wave the wash within the arboreal reef sends them careering...
With each new gust they spin and when the wind falls they're returned to their camouflage of leafy shades and depths - restored they drift and move and wait, for the returning of the current and tide...Through this window I watch them become leaves once more...a hills hoist of green beyond my window, waiting on the wind for their permission to tumble...