I was standing lost, sunk, my hands in my pockets,
gazing toward Tinker Mountain and feeling the earth reel down.
All at once I saw what looked like a Martian spaceship whirling towards me in the air.
It flashed borrowed light like a propeller. Its forward motion greatly outran its fall.
As I watched, transfixed, it rose, just before it would have touched a thistle,
and hovered pirouetting in one spot, then twirled on and finally came to rest.
I found it in the grass; it was a maple key, a single winged seed from a pair.
Hullo. I threw it into the wind and it flew off again, bristling with animate purpose,
not like a thing dropped or windblown, pushed by the witless winds of convection . . . .
And now when I sway to a fitful wind, alone and listing, I will think, maple key.
When I see a photograph of the earth from space . . . I will think, maple key.
When I shake your hand or meet your eyes I will think, two maple keys.
If I am a maple key falling, at least I can twirl.
( This photo was found on the web.......but for an incredible, original nature photo and post, check out Fragments From Floyd today...."Carrion Without Me"- It's amazing what comes along when you take the time, like Fred, to lie on your back under the sky and wait.....)