Sunday, June 13, 2010

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.
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