“Fallen Leaves” by Rhys Lee

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I melt like snow into the rain, the soft hush of pattering in tune with the ripples on the surface, tension holding the concentric rings within my voice, a mirror reflection of what is real, believing I am the ending – or an ending, a portal through which I can grasp salvation each movement melting back into the Rain after living by falling, falling, falling into the flow while proclaiming I’m swimming upstream – as if pointillism is the same as pluralism, so that each death forming puddles is a silent cry, a silent burning alive with the touch of Rain, calling me back into the abyss the uncanny – my fear is justified quietly – I want to freeze again into individuality but I melt into the uniformity clearer than the sky because in the clarity of such Grace You can forget about me.

Rhys Lee is a Masters candidate at Mount Saint Mary’s University. He has poetry published in The Driftwood at Point Loma Nazarene University.

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