Growth

A poem

 

Flora violates nourishing soil,

thrusts in roots that blunder deeper,

shove away pith to make path

until a shudder and collapse

or one rogue root extruding

from its flesh a solo blossom

bucks the fragile plan.

 

Instruments of darkness

toil in thick dirt.

Predators of root and bedrock

burrow underfoot.

Traveller, beware:

the patch of earth your boot imprinted

hovers on pockets of nil.