One Walnut at a Time
Black Walnuts roll over a high edge,
the tree is too close to a sea cliff.
Walnuts dash themselves upon rocks,
only one lands on a surfing wave.
It has not been bitten,
by tunneling insects
and so it remains watertight.
On a far beach it is washed up.
A boy finds it,
he is not sure if he wants to keep it
yet he shoves it into his pants pockets.
Walking home across open fields,
he decides it’s just a rotten nut,
and throws it away.
A walnut tree will grow
where the nut landed.
This is how the planet grows -
the cast-off and done with,
are essential parts of a plan,
masquerading as an accident.
Nobody here is an accident.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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