Moss

I'm having a day where I've done some productive things, but now I can't make my brain do anything else that could be classified with that adjective.

So here is a poem from The Crypto Naturalist, written (in abbreviated Twitter format as a single tweet) by Jarod K. Anderson.

Moss is 300m yrs old.
Home on every continent.
No roots. No towering trunks,
yet it tasted the air before the first feather,
before shrews stirred the leaf litter.
When your mind hisses like a kettle,
look to your elder, to the green lessons
of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun.

Katharine Tree, a respondent to the poem, shared this photo: