THE QUESTION
Philosophical questions begin thus, like a single leaf
at the end of a refoliating branch on a drizzling day
this tardy spring: which the last blackened leaf
holding on to its perch; which the erupting bird
springing this surprise thus coming unexplained
like a sudden eructation from the belly of the earth?
The leaf should have fallen to nothing in the wind,
the hummingbird about its business of humming.
Bird and leaf, life and death, something to nothing:
the teetering green leaf is a bird drying its wings.
So, why should there be something instead of nothing?
—Albert B. Casuga
05-18-11
Prompt: A light drizzle. The one green leaf at the end of a branch on the otherwise dead cherry shakes itself dry and turns back into a hummingbird. "A Light Drizzle." Dave Bonta, Morning Porch, 05-18-11 http://www.morningporch.com/2011/05/
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