Life On The Edge

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Plants, almost flowing, over edge of falls,
Small roots and other means keep holding tight.
Duckweed seedlings grow on vertical wall,
Knowing not were from, or their future plight.

A hanging nursery, full of faces,
Somehow, hoping to survive winters ice,
Holding on until it’s spring dive graces,
The waiting pond below, their paradise.

Happy little creatures, taking a swim,
No one needed to tell them they must wait.
Bacterial film, whole ecosystems,
All living, on the thinnest of substrates.

We all live on the thinnest of edges,
Hope we don’t go over any ledges.