There’s something here about knowing
and unlearning.
The way that attraction connects
a moth to lightning,
or a tumbleweed to Mars.
The legacies of myths, perhaps
So many lessons held
within
this land.
There’s something here about what is seen
when we begin asking different questions.
Something about perception
and accumulation.
About ecological and social tipping points.
When exactly does change occur?
I often wonder
when does chaos become form?