Surfaces

What are roots? Where do they lead?

I see them when I see this

Winding, snaking along a wooded hill

Threaded like the finest of webs,

common man’s woven twine

I see them when I see this still

Brave enough to do more than glance

To see more — to think less —

Submit to shaded trance

I see them when I see this still

Beyond great natured thrill

Moss — bowed to the sunshine on its thighs

Harboured light — reflected dew

Warmth from rubies in mirrored skies

A tilted sphere, through and through

A crown of weathered pine

Just as much –– 

purple breathes itself so fine

To those who choose to notice

To gaze closer — to not let it pass

Where one sees one,

To go and see all

To find cities on the surface of grass

WORDS BY MINDY WU AND REBECCA SCHNEID

PHOTOS BY MASON BERGER