Miraculous Disentropy

Watch a bird gathering
the smallest winterfallen twigs
one by one to fly them
to a crotch of limb and trunk
high in a stillbare tree.

Thus are the scatterlings
interwoven in the very tree
from whence they were blown,
the tendency toward disorder
overcome in the bird’s design.

Take an iceground pebble
from a morraine and carry it
up a mountain. Balance it
upon an improbable cairn.
Pick up a weathered bird’s nest.

Hold it in the palm of your wonder.

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Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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