Every Particle

Since tomorrow is my birthday, it seems appropriate to give birth to a new poem here today. Here goes:

We see symmetry in the wings of a butterfly

And the face of a child,

Balance in the branches of a tree

And the weight of its leaves.

We freeze the images in our minds

And call them perfection.

Yet there is change in life,

Shiftings, endings, beginnings

Like glass in a kaleidoscope

We rearrange as we change.

We call this Creation.

And as the master painter blends color on his palette

To create new hues,

And the poet seeks new metaphors

To bring meaning into light,

So nature builds from tiny particles,

Each particle essential to the universe

Even as they come and go.
Copyright © 2010 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.