Infinite Complexity


A little riddle to unravel
a little arrow flying through time
darting seemlessly in and out
of my field of vision,
like a white cloud of bird in the summer sky.

Or a sudden peal of sun
on a day I thought was rainy --
unexpected, pounding down
in the effervescence of air motes
and the sudden golden glow across my heart --
somehow never quite a shock, somehow
never less than a miracle:


The feeling, just when I
had abandoned that feeling --
of turning and seeing
that something still nests
in my branches; something's grown
up through the treefalls to stand
in the clearing at my side --



It's really,
very, quite
Complex.