the world’s within the wood
Somewhere in the forest,
A cosmos encased in rotten wood
A forest within the forest
The wind blasts over and around
Out front in the sunshine,
seedpods reach for the expanse.
Micro beasts move their burdens
along a motorway of broken timber.
But deep in the forest,
behind where the fern mosses spread
in the damp
something opens its eyes,
and prepares to stake its claim.