Not Even Nothing

Not even nothing can
Exist in a vacuum where,
In quantum concert, waves
Of possibility, virtual, in
Space and time --irreducible--
Result in you and me.
Nothing unreal lasts
For very long in forces
Around weak or strong
Charges in disturbance--
Light orphaned in dance
Springs from timeless nowhere.
I do not know if it
Can wholly return there.

Rose

Mind, time, distillate
Turned upon itself:
Futures seek pasts,
Petals, constellated
Light, galactic dawn
And earth to raise
A flower on.

Unceasing Surprise

I have felt rain
Resume, light
On plume and
Bearded fall.
Iris calls sunshine
And shower 
Alike in cosmic 
Whispers I scarcely
Hear at all.

Astrological Certainty

We measure a
Universe by
What survives
Here below and
Above by what 
We know and love--
By lives-- and 
It is ours, as we
Set our courses
By its stars.

Wheeeeee!

What honeysuckle
Leaves upon a
Paling row grows
Slowly on us
From fence into
Memory, retrieves
Something inside--
A county fair,
A carnival ride.

Conglobation

Sow bugs found
In fallen wood,
Touched in curiosity,
Curl around into pills --a
Skill in sow bugs everywhere
That humans sadly lack.
We can't get under
Our own backs and hide there,
Or disappear inside
An armored sphere.
We watch them from above,
Do nothing, which is
Awfully close to love.
.

Face Of The Waters

Surface:
Cross-section of
All space; each event
Transmits its sphere
And, where patterns  
Interfere,  a new
Event emerges.
Each puddle 
Verges upon an
Infinite geometry 
Of raindrops in
Random endeavor 
And it doesn't
End, not ever.