Who's
to
say what
the day will
bring before sundown or that
once it gets going little can stop its
inevitable veer towards chaos. Forget the famous quote "What we cannot speak about
we must pass over in silence" — which never convinced anyone to shut up O too many things vying for our attention
including the shape of spiral aloe and artichoke flowerheads, bumps and scales ("bracts") on the surface of pineapples, hurricane
wind patterns and the spiral arms of galaxies — all these inflected with a Fibonacci rhythm
If we're now in the middle of things, can we back up and start again? Does that negate all we've accomplished? See how
Mr. Fibonacci inhabits the seed-swirl of sunflowers, the way nautilus shells
spiral outward with increasing volume — yet people
remain exhausted by the number of days our
flags continue to fly at half-mast
And each sunflower face: an ideal packing of seeds — no crowding in the center, no scarcity on the edges of the head — so
energy-efficient. If there's enough momentum, almost everything else can be forgiven.
See how this pond is a repository of dropped feathers which does not die though it may shrink or turn putrid
look how we're the ones who need water nearby in order to change
who sense a difference between pond and lake
and the subtleties of pineapples
yes but what
about all
those
flags
