What do the Ferns Know? / by Jefna M. Cohen


Waking, stretching

from winter’s loosening grasp 

the frost retreating 

What have the ferns seen?

The high tide come ashore

Foot prints of dinosaurs and 

A million meteor showers

Can they smell 

the briny marsh 

breath of the subterranean forest 

or the changing composition of the air?

Shall we thank the ferns for feeding our predecessors? 

Silent partners

in the business of building the atmosphere?

Their progeny ever drifting 

into the future



Outlasting us


Jefna M. Cohen, March 2017


This poem is for another collaborative art book project with my mom, Dorothy McCuistion. The book will be on display at the upcoming Puget Sound Book Arts Exhibit.