In a table are the stretching bands of Jupiter's storms and not the cold eyes I saw before of the snake haired medusa
The way things look depends on how I fill my cup
Nature, isn't she some unknown wisdom
The way her patterns begin in one
kind of physical object and ends in another
created object? Ending just the same.
Repeated and used over again from
thing to thing
as if the idea was too good to put
a clamper on.
How can patterns of this magnitude
always impress and
never grow dull before the eyes?
Humans we wear everything out,
and she can go on this way as if
unaware of how well she is
parceled together.
Giving the impression
that it took no effort on her part
to be dressed this well
by the fruits of Gods bounty
She transmits it
generously to us.