Its the Little Things
Making the world
using it all in a
transforming dance of life.
First to appear
in the primeval soup
they grew to
fungus connectors,
glue sticking us all
in a criculating web.
Microbes that chop up remains
then bear new things again.
I am a wheatfield becoming.
Regenerating burned forests
and the flood plains
or feeding the ocean
five thousand species in a
single teaspoon of soil ...
enable my breath.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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