Ambiguous Leaves Of Poetry Poem by David Taylor

You could read poetry so many ways;
does it really mean an interpretation
so personal to our sense of limitations
or does it have a universal assignation?

And just as all trees have leaves,
most diverse in form indeed,
even on just one bough, no two the same;
each one designed to catch the light
and reaching ever upwards find what's bright.

A myriad of possibilities,
all reaching out to one ultimate aim
in which they are united; all the same,
and pointing to their source
from which springs their course.

The aloneness of a single leaf
which through its inherent nature; brief,
reaches up above, absorbs that universal power
from which it alone is made a whole
and that from which it came below.

Ambiguous in its diversity,
and in being; the ultimate source of all ambiguity,
containing all meanings;
bringing certainty without negation of any possibilities,
the single poet in all, eternity.