Tiny Truth (untitled micro-essay)

A hurricane felled a tree last week. Here is its underside: roots, dirt, a tiny sea. Now a new universe will form. Things will burrow, things will climb, crawl, feed, hide, eat, spawn, fight, and care not a wit to justify themselves. They simply are. Because it fell.

This appeared in issue 77 of Creative Nonfiction.

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