after a print by Bill Fleming
Caught squared in intricate sepia
crosshatch as if in a matrix
of Devonian or Cretaceous stone,
little galaxy of chamber and septa,
whose spiraling Saint Fibonacci learned
from thinking of breeding rabbits:
one, one, two, three, five,
eight, thirteen, thirty-four,
on to infinity -
as fractals also infinitely
iterate their complex patterning
across all scales.
Look -
this frozen turbulence,
sweet snail once living:
reach in, reach
in to feel
its unending pulsing
heart.
Fractal Nautilus by B. J. Buckley | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
$20.00Price
