Pools and Puddles All Around Us
By: Courtney Beck
You keep us close to the ground.
We grasp and claw hoping to rest our
chins on some higher plane
while the rocks and gravel and boulders at our feet
hinder the upward climb. We sit up in the dust with skinned
knees and bruised faces only to realize that for all our
grasping we almost missed the newborn
tree just over here that so recently started to sprout.
Such a vulnerable thing yet so certain of its need
to dig its roots down deep,
as far as they’ll go,
Sitting beside it, our bodies exhale all our strife
into pools and puddles all around us and
We’re reminded that dirt aided by
the gracious sun and the waters of our difficulty
are the only things that ever built an oak.