Thursday, September 30, 2010


 the golden kernels spin
round and round
faster and faster
until finally they explode. 

first one, 
then a sea of white
floods up, out, and into my bowl.
some, overwhelmed by the sheer delight of flight,
leap out of the bowl 
and onto the floor. 

but what about the rest? 
why do some kernels pop and not others? 
are they too afraid of change? 
bound by fear to spin endlessly
getting hotter and hotter
'til one day
the chance of flight is gone? 

or are they just unable? 
did something happen long ago,
rendering them unable to metamorphosize?

i do not have answers
so instead i mourn for them
even as i empty them into the compost
and eat their transformed friends.


  1. {confesson: i love the partially popped ones!}
    thanks for visiting today-love your blog background... fresh and vivacious!

  2. Just love the message here...wonderful...i love it! :-)

  3. I've often wondered that, too. But I haven't thought about it quite like this. Great food for thought (no pun intended).

  4. oh, i'm applauding, friend! so well written! so good. and that you were thinking this as you watched them... you have God's vision. you see the broken. (and i love, love, love your new blog-look). xo