by Gail Nielsen
/ Poetry /
I once threw caution to the wind
but the direction changed,
and it was snagged
by the branch of an aspen
at the bog’s edge
where it still trembles, hanging
alongside untroubled leaves shimmering
silver-green and light,
dangling its danger message
in the fiery rhythms of air,
I feel almost sorry for it
bound to such
relentlessly carefree sisters