feathery ferns
overgrown ferns
ferns rippling
have you not
thrown yourself on the ground
to study the underside of ferns
veiny leafy ferns
ferns waving
do you not see now
how inadequate
our grope for words,
picture undulating
tongues tipping
toward the verdant
do you not know
how deficient
this fumbling
when once-fleshed
girls, boys
sleep under beds
of ferns
how futile
to reach for ferns
to know fern-ness
to wonder what Plato
would have said or Aristotle
about the nature
of ferns
a keen green
keening
in sun stains
ferns en masse
a jungle of ferns
all over your body
ferns
O little boy
your voice
never quieted
it rasps on
and I cover you with ferns
By Reka Jellema
September 2014