Generations slip past.....

...in sprawling great shapes

rocks ground down with

pressure of time and tide,

settle into the sea of time

Atop the great and the small,

in cracks and crevices,

broad surface or steep mountain

new growth arises as if by magic

catching wind and rain

accepting warm sun

shivering in sharp cold

while roots shallow and deep

divine unseen anchors and sustenance 

Growing, blossoming, spreading seed

And becoming a generation past.

"We are enmeshed in a lineage that came from somewhere

and is going to make way for the next generation."

~ Leon Kass

Edited Nov.12/2023