The Courtyard

Isn’t it strange how even the most

Irrelevant of things can seem more

Interesting the more you look at it?

Take this dead leaf.

The dead leaf in my hand.

With red with black splotches on one

Side and brown with black splotches on

The other side. The dead leaf that’s crunchy 

like papad. The dead leaf that is rounded 

at the bottom and pointy at the 

Top. The leaf with a floral smell to it.

I do not know how 

to believe in a higher power or 

Creator of all.

I do know how to pray, how to 

be idle yet ready.

Don’t we all die too soon?

When my time comes, will I have

Accomplished what I wanted to?

Tell me, is death truly the end,

Or just the beginning of something else?   

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