I didn’t see one, two,
three or four,
didn’t see anything
less than all.

No different shapes,
no different hues,
no different sizes;
just a sheet, grey-blue.

I opened my hand
to hold just one,
but so many fell
and my grasp, undone.

One will never fall
by oneself,
but together, together
comes falling down.

© Blake Leitch October 4, 2016