Boundless

Konstantia Karletsa "Sprout"

"Boundless"

By: Lauren Laguna



Tiny boundless thing

The first bud of spring


Sticking up from ground's cool thaw. 

Causing some creatures to sing in awe, 

Because they do not, cannot know 

How it made its journey.

From seed the shoot turning green from leaf to root. 

Nor do they understand its capacity, its growing strength, its spreading, stretching ways.

They sing and ask themselves. Croon and question. 

The seed that grew a patch, that grew a field, that grew a forest, that encroached on the world. 

Their voices rise in tumult,

The nagging thought too much to take, 

Then silence, all silence, 

As the question


Fades.