From feathers, the owl;
from tears to ocean;
from seaweed to universe;
one hurricane echoes another
disaster or pivot point.
The childhood question,
the scattered bright answers
from shuttle drivers, bus riders and shooting stars;
the racing grains of dust
burn greetings through the dark.
How suddenly events vast and small fall together,
a symphony in one chime;
how subtly, how obviously
we are nudged and beckoned forward.