humans travel with meaning in their feet.
when young it was about what do I get.
much older now it’s about what do I contribute.
would’a been better if I’d adopted that child.
a matter of scale.
not only by mouth, but
what reaches the eye is what shapes the world.
living has such a terrifying abundance.
stand mid-stream, look either way.
barely visible, inside a leaf, watching water flow.
the awesome chemistry of light into food.
one leaf shines green, goddess-like,
one withers, too much shade, too hot, too cold,
maybe getting nibbled after dark.
or am I the limb, the branching stem,
a society of leaves, ever turning to each day.
we love the rhythm. we love the feast.
oh, yes, and then a flower. living becomes
a butterfly from nothing much. spreads
wings into wind. another, different leaf.
thus you find me here. resplendent.
not my doing. not undone.
if you must. blame the stars.
image: how the universe used to look to astronomers; the image
recorded directly onto a photographic glass plate.