Perforations
acorns spackle a plot
of grass, denting the earth
with such humble perforations
not one is destined to rootand
and yet their collective persistence,
their uniform, haphazard conglomerating
whets the fertile expanse
of the damp and formless ground
so many puncture wounds—
nature’s indeterminate
guarantee against finality
I really like this one, Amy! I often think about the acorns and their encapsulation of persistence when I walk in the woods.
Your observations and Book of Noticing have certainly inspired my own pensive gaze!