Rigged From the Beginning

The universe was rigged
from the beginning
with all its just so
and filled with just enough
so that one by one
everything fits
or doesn't fit
but when together
things happen
big things
cooking inside stars
with the beginnings
of you and I
with right-now
thoughts
the result
of everything
fit together
since the beginning
just so
you and I
are filled
with wonder
before
our very eyes.

The Naturalist

He had a name
for everything
as he kept his eyes
on the details
while his mind pieced together
the grand picture
often he looked closer
trying to discover
the hidden bits
that made up the details
and they too
had names
and every night
before drifting off to sleep
he would file away all the names
in the dark
to make room
for the morrow.

Subject/Verb/Object

Once I heard
a subject
did a verb
to an object
and that is life
when my mind
gathers the pieces
and constructs
a story
so that life
has meaning
when I give
or I take
or I find myself
in between.

They Made Things

They made things
with their hands
and eyes
and hearts
that were filled
with grace
and minds
that could just be
while fingers
nimbly threaded
needles
with thread
the color
of the sky
or sometimes
of a red rose
or a pink carnation
to embroider
flowers and leaves
and trees
and words
that were read
again and again
silently
by eyes
staring
and fingers
that had never
threaded a needle
inside quiet
museums
in cities
that framed
what was left
of a distant
holy grace.

Constructing a New Thought

I wonder how
a new thought
is constructed
inside my head
I mean
how does the thought
come to life
when just a second before
no thought was
contemplated
but nevertheless
a new thought
sparked to life
and was it without
language
just an electrochemical
process that knows
where to plug
into the dictionary
of meanings
and connect
to memories
and how do words
and memories
look in their
atomic smallness
without pencils or paper
or bits or bites
on glowing screens
and who is
the overseer
that orchestrates
this most dark
and damp
undertaking?