Am I Sentient Poem by Colin Bingham

Finally I fall, released from my footing
Virgin in my experience where I sway
Feel the soft whisper of wind on my form
Holding me up, forcing me down

Uncontrolled I wander
Suddenly, violently carried on high
Then calm I slice through the lowest viscosity
Arc like diving down to earth

I see the mercurial like fluid below me
peppered with shimmering stones
Shingle, rocks there to break my fall
But gently I land on firm meniscus

Buffeted, carried on the force
Powerless in my direction
Not knowing of my existence
A leaf carried by natures forces onwards