Reasons
Because the blue moles eat of earth with their claws
and sometimes
come blindly toward the light;
for simply having done
all one could imagine wanting to.
A pinnacle is merely
slipping with no consequence
away;
backward, into root and tunnel.
Reasons need not be
of import or great finality –
finally the blade
through the fruit halts at the pit
though the flesh hangs on.
*Natalie Caulfield is a DIY poet who despises snobby lit types. She lives in Connecticut and idolizes her archaic typewriter.
