Seeds in the Wind
the fly-away days, the fly-away nights;
when the wind is blowing,
tumbling and rolling;
squandering old-witch grass,
throwing seeds far and wide;
some find way to grow
as they have for a million years,
far, far older and more ancient
than the math of markets -
markets free or otherwise -
miracle logic: loaves and fishes!
when Jesus played and Peter laughed
with the water and the wine -
our fates first entwined -
and all float upon the wind
heedless, squandrous seed heads,
on roller-coaster Creation,
until stopped by some obstacle,
and we pull back and ponder
germination and genesis;
suddenly students of quick and dead.
Life can suddenly become serious, and we face birth and mortality at Thanksgiving time.