Settle Me Poem by Adrian Flett

As a flight of manikins
floats, settles in a tree
alights gently on limbs
so can you settle me.

Settle me among trees
trees that seize the breeze
freely choose to retain or lose leaves
settle me among those trees.

Settle me in this day
where time chose to hesitate,
seems happy to wait,
is not hurried or swayed;

but generous with the diurnal
portion as if to say we're not
tethered to Time's chariot
nor overdue just unpunctual.

Use, waste or enjoy your portion.
Nor does time on this day cast
a caution, this may be the last
fragment of your allocation

conceived in mystery's womb
so long ago; yet to run down soon
though having served so well
now time's ultimate sum will quell.