Pruning

Told by someone wise

that the world would soon grow small,

for soon

begins the pruning.

That fear can pass as wisdom, (the neuron shears

culling tracks and cutting turns and severed memories)

But the heart knows different;

That life expands, vast and past the sky

carves riverbeds with fervour

sends up new shoots to thriving canopies

and pruning will not tame

the wildness of its love.