by Vanessa Ryan

Through the cathedral forest I go
and I pause for a moment
captured by a delicate complexity.

Pale head bowed in humilty,
slender body curved in a dancer’s grace.
Translucent beauty,
Fleeting in its perfection.

Life from death.
Soft sweet breath of decay.
The cycle rolls unending.

But here a singularity,
too small for scientific scrutiny.
And so I wander on.