Hitchhiker by Louis Jenkins

I pick up thistles and burdock, seeds of all sorts, on my pants legs as I walk the fields and ditches. Somewhere, way down the road, some will fall on fertile ground and begin the haphazard garden all over again. I pick up pebbles in my shoe treads and when they fall out they spawn streambeds, glacial eskers, mountain ranges. One day there will be a huge boulder right where your house is now, but it will take awhile.

~ from Sea Smoke, (Holy Cow! Press 2004)