FERN OF THE ANCIENT TYPE

Thursday, August 4, 2011.  Curls, curls, all curls.  It waits, like some giant unfolding snake head, malevolent, maybe not.  It sits in this green lushness, patient, older than I can imagine, having existed in this form forever.  Then it unfurls, soft and green, wide.  A dew catcher.  A place of rest for thirsty insects.