wabi sabi

It's a leaf caught in mid-air.
It's a fragile piece of nature drifting between dark and light.
It's dead lightweight swept up against the wall.
It's loneliness and sadness in the shape of a bract.
It's a quiet moment of contemplation.
It's peace in the most unsettling way.
It's blocking my path back home.
It's an eeriness that invites wonder.
It's a reminder of things no longer here.
It's the reason for learning old and new things.
It's a dark and fuzzy photograph.
It's the third time that's the charm.
It's nowhere near where it started.

Actually, it's a piece of a bougainvillea plant that got caught in a spider web because I haven't been sweeping my front porch often enough.