At the Core

It may start as white,
complex and crystalline hexagons,
nuclei of salt or soot
reaching such variety and number
that if we all counted these frozen forms we
could never reach such a sum.

And just below these cold layers
is the stiff brown and gray
soil that keeps its secrets close,
but perhaps even at this late date
we might learn to see,
even upon the day that we add to it
our broken lives
transitioning from green and red
as it slumps
and molders
and down it goes
so it goes
a metamorphosis
to the world primal and
fundamental and foundational
where no further questions
are needed
or asked
and all is understood
and stands at the core once more.

There is relief to be found
In the things we may never know.