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