Pause
let us take
a brief pause
in our regularly scheduled
human mayhem
to hold a pine cone
and notice the seeds spiraling
in orderly splendor
of reproduction
and how the fern knows,
without complex calculations,
which way to reach
for the sun
and how flowers,
making no distinctions,
blossom sweetly
among the weeds
and how stones come to rest quietly
where they are placed,
and even earthquakes
open in a line we call fault
and how humans
in their civilized fashion
may be
the wildest things here
What lovey thoughts.
Thanks, Mary!