And what of this poet's fascination
with the spirals of nature?
A snail shell's intricate whirl
coiling, perfect...
The desert's dust devil's fury
racing and then dissipating...
The spiritual ecstasy
of a whirling dervish.
Tornadoes, hurricanes
destructive, yes,
yet awe-inspiring
to watch as they form
on Doppler radar
- that gathering of clouds,
slowly at first
and then the distinctive spin.
Is this swirling design
something enigmatic, primeval
the perpetual spin of our planet?
The coursing of our blood
as in the circulation of wind
of waters-
their whirlpools and waves
there's art in the vortex
a rose petal's
or carnation's configuration
so swirling and coiled
it's the breath of the elements-
A stroke of the Creator's
paintbrush
dizzying, hypnotic...
lifeblood's whorl.