Experiences are different, and hard to translate

To try and explain my experience

Is like a leaf telling a pinecone

How it fell.

I explain my patterns that weren’t choreographed

But happened nonetheless

And how the wind spun me in a way not sickening.

How i touched the ground before landing so that

Impact wouldn’t be my reckoning.

About how falling and floating are relative.

Then the pinecone responds,

“Oh cool I’m on the ground too.”

And i reply,

“How nice of you, pinecone,

To entirely miss the point.”