Moss

Moss between poured concrete slabs

trees growing from the tops of boulders

late summer spiders making giant webs

squirrels in their nests, impossibly high 

bees making hives where I’d knocked them down

last year’s flowers, blooming after the freeze:




inevitable Life

indelible Beauty

insatiable thirst for growth and light




like us, after death

after sleep

after giving up

in a moment: 




well,

maybe we can—

the universe smiles at us

and time thunders on

clearing the way.