Maturation is such an ongoing process
It beggars awareness
A particular tomato took forever to ripen
Which is this context means over a month

And when it did come into the roseate fullness of itself
It rose overfull in the rain and the heat
And divided in striae the easy confines
Of the peel encapsulating the gelatinous interior

The ambiguity of passage and closure
In the temperate zones of daily life
Which characterize the fragments of nature
The fissures into which to gain admittance

The tug of animism
Especially in relation to our devices
So biomorphic in their fecundity
So anthropomorphic in their responsiveness

More responsive than some people we know
Who though encapsulated for reasons of survival
In the rutted root of their neural pathways
Can but only sometimes do split open the rind of habit

And thus wontedly react to the world
As a congeries of fracturing or integrating forces
And not as the comely vessel
About to burst wide and yield its treasures