the direction always
changes with the wind
the path is predetermined by the seed and the soil
and climate’s complete lack of benevolence
a straight line leads only to infinity
and so we are faced with sharp corners
zigs that zag through uncut forest
fallow field
the vagary of mountain
and you can look for the signs
proof of possibility
your only reward for getting it right
but just this morning
one lone leaf was pointing at orion
and tomorrow
it will tumble
through wet sky
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November 11th, 2014 at 2:38 pm
Groovy piece. Love the picture, and the last stanza.
November 13th, 2014 at 12:07 pm
I like the thought that the straight line leading to infinity the zig-zag of out life makes it so much real…