Laws of Nature

It is irresistible, this impulse to seek

the flaw in the diamond. I must discover

and tell anew that the first day of summer

is but first of long fall to darkling end.

It is the (s)matter of gray caught in corner-

eyed mirror, debate whether to get up

of a sunny morn (for the heat seeds

its own raincloud), sudden insight that I was

this child only summers ago and now

this child (long ago relinquished to earth’s

spinnings and cunning traps) is the sought-

for fruiting. How we give way to the bud

when we thought only to blossom.

We shrivel, all energy spent in the making.