Swinging Around and Missing

when leaves blow in the wind
they know where they come from
far into the ground, the roots
remember who they were
even after they are gone
so the leaf on the ground
need not worry about 
not having done enough
because catching sun and
feeding things are plenty
while being recycled to rejoin
the bark and core ensure
that all the parts do not
have the fears contrived 
by myself and others about
meaning and connection
and sometimes purpose
in the visceral swinging
around of living and dying