Enfolded in a seed, an entire forest, by Richard Pauloo

hiking in the hills
a seed crests by my body
white sphere of life
nearly weightless in the wind’s breath
i turn back with an urge to capture it
to understand its beauty
and dissect it with logic

i pause

my hands can never hold
the true beauty of the seed
which is
its effortless waltz with gravity
its gentle surrender to the ground beneath
the promise of new life it carries
the first green sprout
bold above the ground
the animals that will play
on its gnarled branches
the growth and decay
of the entire forest

all enfolded within a
soft small shell
a seed
in the wind

Richard is known to appreciate a good challenge and also thinks language can’t convey the deepest truths of life–which is why he tries to write poetry. If he were a season, he would be Spring. He measures success in genuine laughs per day, and aspires to grow his own avocados one day.

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