Monday, August 19, 2013

Waiting to transmute

Ugly beyond belief
the scrub brush
clings to the mountainside
inferior to the weeds
surrounding it
it is beyond hope
but doesn't realize it
so it keeps hanging on
honing itself to the edges
of the dirt dried and cracked
waiting to transmute
itself into beauty
to wait forever
in insistent anguish
born to be ugly
scrub brush