Breaking Through

We found

beneath the mulch of leaves and sticks

the rough earth

the broken glass

a bursting acorn

seeking the light

its infantile roots


against a rock below


against an asphalt sheath.

A road had run

beneath our garden

from the street and

back across the tracks

behind our house

down to the creek

to reach a long abandoned power plant.

But now

the roots were breaking

through a tiny crack

to find the earth below the tar-built plate

To resurrect the forest

which had sheltered for a hundred thousand years

a life once filled

with plants and trees and birds

with deer and bears and butterflies

A wild luxuriant symphony.

2 thoughts on “Breaking Through”

  1. Bill, your last two posts have been magnificent! Thank you! Was Ken Sehested Nancy’s husband? I got to know her through my. Chaplaincy at the hospital and I admired her greatly. Thanks for sharing your gifts with us! Linda

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