One last burst of energy while my leaves are turning
An opening in the act of closing
Made possible by entropy
The letting go of all that held me together
My fate in the fate of a universe
That lets us all open up as we close
As it closes
Obliged no more to maintain appearances
Obliged no more to pretend
When what was true all along opens up
And leads us along, children that we are
Our tiny hands held in the warmth of a hand
That knows no guile
That wonders no less than we what it’s all about
But, somehow, knows where the trouble lies.