Recursive
More neurons
in the brain
than stars
in the Milky Way—
some structure,
however tentative—
and the fact
of other forms
doesn’t fail to
astound me
so much as
it renders me
speechless,
the lawful world
incomprehensible,
the arbitrary world
consumed by lapses—
coffee and oranges
in an office lonely
as a picture occurs—
your hand on a book—
and in this body
more transactional
than animal
the day goes by—
quite by—
.
by Shannon Tharp
from Ecotheo Review, 1/23/2015