Meditation: Park

A discarded leaf has curled itself into the shape of a cannoli boat, its stem sticking straight up, a rudder that will never make contact with water (assuming it ever makes its way out of this landlocked region). Right now it sits on one of a multitude of 2’x2′ paving tiles, standing mostly stationary despite a sturdy breeze that would like nothing more than to knock it a couple squares over (if you were to assign the human trait of desire to an elementary force of nature, and, let’s face it, we all do it from time to time (some of us more frequently, allowing it to invade the daily rhythms encompassing us)). Time becomes magnified as the breeze maintains its pressure but the leaf stubbornly holds its position. All the while, a steady flux of spent leaves descends onto the tiles, though none quite as tubular as our unmovable friend–oh wait, there it goes. One tile over, a move suitable for a king.


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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