Historians

Spots, stripes,
Astragals tell us.
Wings, antennae
Tell us.
Each compound eye--
Each butterfly
A four-page history
Of butterflies--
Tells us.
Do we understand?

Trellising Old Planets

 

Something quite big
Delivers, sends itself
This way --a moonlit
Twig shivers in wind.
An old cold clod
On eliptic course
Lends its force to
The tug of tide.
We do not hide but,
Here and there, love,
Work, care.
We do not resist.
We solve the frenzy
That lets us exist.