As if we ever really know what will be
How tall the tree will reach or when it topples
What invisible delight hides in the morning dew mist shroud
The flash of cardinal red streaking past
Then lost (to us) in the bush
Perfect chaos is no paradox, it just is
Or it can be
Watch your certain NO morph into YES while sleeping
Turn your back the mountain
It will send the wind to lift you to it's peak
With it's 360 view of everything that could be
But can't be
Or can be?
Ignore the muse
She will pull you into her potent light
Plant sunflowers in your fingertips
Thread meteors into your fast feet
But you won't run
You stopped running
The running FROM is now a standing IN
All of it
The 360 view of all that is concealed and revealed
Concealed and revealed
In the elegant grace of your daily stumbles
Donna Sherman, May 2022
photo by Arlene Gerson
