End Grain

A poem I like by wooden boatbuilder Matthew Nienow.

End Grain

is an opening, is all
we can see

of  the long
strands that make

the pathways for
rays, bisecting

annular rings,
the most

vulnerable door
of what makes

the holiest of
things.

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