Wandering Waywardly

 One with the leaves that dance by my feet,

 I wander waywardly down the street.

Windy swirls throw them up, and send them down,

slivered crisps hover high before hitting the ground.

Tempestuously tossed on a breeze without care

to be sent here and there, ending up nowhere.

No choice in direction,....

just the wandering leaves.

And sometimes 

I think that is how I should be.