More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow,
whose foam returns over and over to the same shape,
but the sinuous tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another.
A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers, mitochondria, figs--all this resinous,
unretractable earth.
poem by Jane Hirshfield
{Art by Ethe/Programming by DPC}
