Every what has a how and every how a why…
It’s why we ponder the sky and the leaves in its eye,
looking out over endless blue.
You ought to go join him, you know–
sit with your back against a mountain and breathe deep;
look up and down and sideways until all is in reverse
and you can pull up pines and pick them back apart.
They are, it is, what it shall be, in this sea of gravity.
October 6, 2013