Why do I see the spinal chord in a blade of grass?
Or the sulfurous dust that falls from the tendrils
And rests in the heart of a lily
If I must be burdened with such awareness
Please give me the tools
To bare the exquisite but painful perception.
by Blanche Westhaver Gauld (12/2/29 – 5/12/91)
On the 20th Anniversary of her passing