EVERYTHING’S AN OFFSHOOT

Everything’s an offshoot of something else
just as we are offshoots

So a boat on the high seas being tossed by waves
got there by a web of circumstances that
includes the tempest sunset whose
gorgeous glory fills the doomed with joy

Is our job to cut some shoots and
let others prosper?
Not all lead to healthy outcomes
but all are intertwined

A black rose filled with venom
as much as that deep red one filling the
house with death-defying fragrance

Each extension of ours from here to there
interconnectedly resulting from

that event now sliding into obscurity
while another event emerges with its
painted backdrop of sheep-filled valleys
under pellucid skies

One step away or toward somewhere rather than
somewhere else making a perfect
pattern if seen from above perhaps that being
the vantage from which the star shapes and
snowflake designs the circle coils and
black holes of our lives can be
discerned

leading always back (and forward) to a
divine spring rushing over

slick rock beds of wonder
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7/6/2007 (from The Sound of Geese Over the House, in preparation)