Mountain out of a fiddlehead

A mountain can erase

a small community at the tip of a fern

with just a shadow.

I can’t make the leap

from frond to the present

without vast calculations

beyond my reckoning

… but I’m happy just to gape

with a little manic joy

at the embarrassment we all are

as humans, lesser than fiddleheads.

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