Beneath The Shade

Beneath the shade
where fallen leaves hide mantis tracks and wormcast
stringent earth burst for moles
sucking seeds into a womb
that cares not what it nurtures

A disregard of fulcrum
and contempt for the measured thought
our chances become as good as random
maybe as just as the odds for an acorn
except that we resist being planted

At some point we invented eternity
afraid to contemplate an end
so we scratch at any barrier
that is set to keep us in our place
and trot out our misgivings for everyone to see