Tomorrow Look for Litany
Quiet nature
And it’s not
It’s noisy—screeching, scratching,
Tearing, flapping, crying out
In pain or loss or delight
It’s an uneven, all-textured
Unbalanced affair
Not all spheres are smooth in space,
Not every nest has beauty
There are scars and broken limbs
That bespeak mortality
But could we have it any other way
There is math in the nautilus
And harmony when mourning doves
Begin the day in need
Conversing with each other:
Come, join me
In this tree, set with me
C L Couch
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