Smooth River Fern

I look
and look again
at little miracles
bigger than life
close up
bold
sharp
only a camera can capture
a string is pulled
in my heart
it starts to sing
a familiar tune
the one that calms the dead river
below the canopy of finger ferns
curled up like a baby leaf
fragile yet intense
every line
completes the perfect geometry
of the flower of life
seasoned by the sun
colored by the sky
nurtured by the moon
nourished by the earth
breathes the atom of the wind
in my mind
each bud
each stalk
each flower
blooms
and expands to the infinite space
that connects
each hairline
each follicle
each stomata
each filament
each petal
to the cosmos
eternal
and divine
for the finger fern
knows the language of the stars
it follows the rhythm of the tides
it raptures when its ripe
it droops when its night
it tilts its face in summer towards the sun
it frees it seeds in spring
it wilts when its time
to fertilize the earth
it makes every inch of growth
a miracle
then it reminds me
that life is bigger
than what I see