The wind and the leaf

there was a wind once
which passed this way
spotting a gap between two trees
it rushed up the hill
from the hot plain below
ruffling their branches as it passed

it carried a leaf skywards
for a while
twisting and turning it
touching from all sides
it rose between the trees,
swept along on that current of warm air
before falling, discontinuously,
to the floor

only those trees felt its breath
and that leaf, swept along
in its passing

lucky leaf
to have lived in such a delicious moment
if only we all, once,
could have a wind visit us
to overturn our balmy, steady lives
in the cloying warmth of their summers
so that they need not await
the first frosts of winter
to find that they are not bound to the branch
forever