‘What’s true of labyrinths is true of course
of love and memory’ – Jack Spicer
There’s a reason wings always come in pairs.
From raven humble to butterfly proud,
it takes a twin beat to fight back the air,
push against gravity, to dance with the clouds.
Life was a labyrinth for one lonely leaf,
her wild reds dulled to a shadow of fire,
it made stars quiver, it made willows weep.
Those days her song was a poltergeist choir.
But one day another, red as heart’s blood,
came rolling through gales ‘til they met with a kiss.
This day their stems became entwined for good,
the two red leaves hung together in bliss;
this day to be bound in love and in trust,
when “should you need me” became “should you need