consider the constellations
huntress' bow, chariots churning
hurtling burning, spinning, lost.
like cities undersea
stars spill across the sky.

through winter sun the world blazes
in tough brilliance.
blossoms hold tight to themselves
like baby's fists,
a despot might call it insolence.

I must remember to praise sunrise
must look inside the commotion
the jumble, the jigsaw the jewelweed
to stumble to trod on, to live to love
the leaf, my face, the sun.

ah world, perfectly formed oak gall,
prickly, obdurate world, infinite in brown
at dawn as it settles like a comeliness,
a shawl, oh knotted skein,
oh clotted world convergent world: us, all!