Below, Above

It is not often that leaves fall/ some wisped by wind creating/ a furious scurry on the ground, below./ Some linger and fall on their own/ slowly swishing here and there until/ settled down, below./

It is not often that a thought comes,/ some in big groups/ powered by some internal flow/ crystalizing in the mind, above./ Some linger, like some/ unripened grain swishing about/ and settling finally on the the mind, above.