Surviving the Storm

The giant plane tree cracked, toppling beyond fence and shed to scatter

A dormant vulnerability across the suburb.

Cloaked in the chimera of  living, professing all the facades of toughness

Nevertheless, the tree was tossed lightly aside.

As the strong broke and fell, small plants struggling to breathe grew upright

And real, becoming more than they appeared as

Adornments clinging to the frontiers of earth. I ventured out

To countenance the damage

Expecting to see young seedlings gone, withered and drowned by torrents of rain.

It was not so.

How lightly they wear their grit, how perfunctory their survival, a preamble

To struggle yet to come.

I shiver in the cold, pulling on an overcoat as a substitute for pessimism.



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