The images
That form our world
Appear as time
Our day unfurls
As leaves of ferns
Once tightly curled
Our time expands
To fill our space
With length
And breadth
With depth
And pace
To leave a stalk
Behind the fronds
Connected
To the mother place
That heart
From where
All fern buds grow
Not so different
You know
From the lives
Of you and me
Except the fact
Our fronds
Move free
Egal Bohen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ferns/
