Forces of Nature
This garden has a complex geometry.
But the wind crumples up calculations.
It shakes what hasn't stopped dead,
the tear-dry eye that stares ahead,
the ordered mind, what's left unsaid.
Hearts too have a complex geometry.
Love rips them from their foundations.
It takes no acount of curve, line or angle,
lifts the light and heavy, large and small,
beyond gravity, to the grandly universal.