what led me to love
roads like the lifelines of a leaf
all of them there
to carry me away
green for a season
ripened into the brilliance of autumn
drifting into the sea of snow

and I am rooted
to none of these histories
tethered and strung
to them with puppet-palms, yes
but below gravity
and its laws that become my limits
I am rooted to none of them

the only past my heart will carry forward
is the first brick of my mind
the one I always throw at the window
when I see another kind of love

it slips off the sill
and falls on my head