Forces of Nature
This garden has a complex geometry
but the gale-force wind crumples up its calculations.
It bends the bushes, tilts the trees,
scythes through the stems of roses,
onto gravel paths it showers leaves.
Hearts too have a complex geometry
but gale-force love rips them from their foundations.
It shakes what hasn't stopped dead,
the ordered mind, what's left unsaid,
the tear-dry eye that stares ahead,
it takes no heed of curve, line or angle,
lifts the light and heavy, large and small,
beyond the pull of gravity to the universal.