i have pressed a leaf
between book pages
in a chapter i have
not yet read.
a leaf, dark purple,
with crimson veins,
from a season long passed.
from a season held
in a timeless state;
as a child laughing at
the rain.
a child not yet jaded,
ever inquisitive,
curious and free.
a child ever-safe
in the unknowns,
home with all the questions.
questions wrapped in life.
life held in questions.