Sunday, May 21, 2006
Maple seeds are pasted against the sidewalk.
I walk over them, under my umbrella,
And I think how the planet works
In mysterious ways.
The hard spring rains come
Just as the seeds are ready to fall.
The rains pull them from the branches
And force them deeper
Into the soil
Their chances for survival
That much better.
Maybe that's what crisis
Is to humans.
A torrential rain
A force behind a course of action
Pushing us deeper
Into the shit.
If only old Charlie was still here
To tell us
About the evolutionary advantage.
To tell us why we need rain.
Posted by Rachel at 12:01 PM