Red leaves

They touch me
move me in ways I once upon a time
would never have expected

Before
when I was down at the place
where they imported strong stone walls
without a roof
but two hearths
the vines with such strong thorns
grew far down the outer wall
I began to write a world into
one tiny tome

Then a message was waiting here
and it held in it one word
and the word was
constant
and I thought yes
of course
it’s how I like things
how I want to be
and when one meets oneself
in aspects or in glimmers
in understanding and spirit
well
one must be that